Love For Cricket Poem by Jasjiv Singh

the fever grips the nation together
more than religion or equal to it, whatever
11 gods on the field they see
the young thinking 'one day that'll be me'
this game gets too many hearts broken
glued to any tv, radio; no words spoken
when a little someone hits the ball away
'he's the master' is all what they say
the gods have many names to call
bhajji, tendlya, jumbo, mahi, the wall
we love to see them fight the enemy together
don't hate them even when they battle each other
the new Colosseum puts them against their kin
any city on top is the country's win
this spectacle provides all the entertainment
for the prize is more than one's containment
different than regular rules they obey
more lights, screams and colourful prey
these gods dress in finest of clothing
bought everything from some endorsing
why must they sell themselves for money?
why shouldn't they? that question's funny.
everyone wants more than he needs
to be here they have excelled in all deeds
do not question why others games are left behind
it's our choice to love this game blind

jsjv