CRICKETANA - LITTLE MASTER'S STROKE

Cricket-cricket the game of cricket,
Its all about not losing your wicket,
It's like a bird,
You have never heard,
When one flighs too high,
Batsman sighs and sighs,
He involved the risk,
Will it be caught or six????

When its SACHIN who bats,
Umpires cannot rest,
The bowler tries to smile,
Captain close his eyes,
Fielder looks and looks,
Sachin flicks and hooks,
The crowds get the feast,
Don covers and sweeps,

Lo! suddenly they shout,
Sachin knew he was out,
Umpire was in doubt,
My heart was in my mouth,
Judgement was in talk,
Sachin started to walk,
I felt as if dead,
Sachin smiled like mad,
It wasnt the first time,
Part of his old regime,
Rather his spirit of game,
Which no one could attain,

And,
Again he played,
Again he swayed,
And all gets choked
When Little Master stroked.....