Two Poems On Cricket
Cricket
Cricket! With hitches on pitches, take
your stride and
turn it from the herd. Tell the pride in
gleaming white
to let the knight stay still.
Show the team that verdant splendour.
Clear the course in route red candour.
Sight the floes and line the drives.
Tell your force
the innings well over. Hoist the gold to
seams of old.
Oh! Pay the yield. Savour the fruits of
your field.
Take good aim. Peel the seal and watch
the name.
This is the game!
Runs and byes.
In tons of highs for skippers with
flippers that
cut the drives which slip to cover.
I Declare
I declare the score complete, the figure
well made,
the innings closed. I request a credit
worth, a rate
in check, a swing in turn. I require no
charges spared, no
overruns, no throws adrift. I convey a
seal of value,
an ear austere, a whirl of wisdom.
I survey the drives to date, the slashes
with haste, the
cuts of late. I secure a count full
square, the gaps all backward,
the lines of flight. I refuse the styles
of play, the quarters closed,
the bold embrace, the fair expanse.
I remake the scoreless feet, the talent
hued, from no sole
distance and mission astride. I reclaim
the leader's virtue, the
victor's path, the silent pitch. I
return the glances favoured,
the stride reserved, across the tapered
carpet to claim a
striking rate.
I retrace the winner's circle amidst all
talent nurtured,
in sight supreme with deeds to match the
stroke in bold.
I relive the grasp of triumph to rain
the winner's wage, in
motions truly graceful for ayes with cadence pure.
