Sunday 25 February 2024

# Cricket Matches Poem

 # **Echoes of Willow and Leather**


In the sun-kissed arena, where grass meets dust,
Batsmen stride forth, their hearts filled with trust.
Willow kisses leather, a sweet, resounding tune,
As the crowd holds its breath, under the afternoon moon.

## **The Pitch**

The pitch, a canvas of green and brown,
Where dreams are woven, and legends are sown.
It whispers secrets to the bowler's craft,
And challenges the batsman's every shaft.

## **The Bowler's Dance**

The bowler, a maestro in rhythm and grace,
Unleashes thunderbolts, aiming for space.
His run-up, a ballet, a symphony of might,
As he conjures spells under the glaring light.

## **The Batsman's Saga**

The batsman, a poet with a blade in hand,
Defends his castle, takes a daring stand.
He weaves verses of cover drives and cuts,
Each stroke a stanza, etched in cricket's guts.

## **The Fielders' Ballet**

Fielders pirouette, chasing leather's flight,
Diving, leaping, defying gravity's might.
They create constellations, mid-air collisions,
Their bodies etching tales of cricket's visions.

## **The Umpire's Verdict**

The umpire, stoic sentinel at the crease,
Raises his finger or grants sweet release.
His judgment echoes through the stadium's roar,
Deciding fates, settling scores forevermore.

## **The Crowd's Symphony**

And oh, the crowd! A raucous, fervent sea,
Chanting anthems, lost in cricket's glee.
Their passion, a tempest that sweeps the stands,
Uniting nations, across distant lands.

## **The Final Over**

As shadows lengthen, and the sun bows low,
The match hurtles toward its final throes.
One ball, one chance, destiny's decree,
Cricket, the eternal dance of hope and glee.

So let the willow sing, and the leather soar,
For in this sacred arena, legends are born.
Cricket, the heartbeat of a nation's soul,
Forever echoing across time's endless scroll.

# Ocean Poem

 # Ocean's Lullaby


**Beneath cerulean skies**, where horizon kisses sea,
The ocean sings its ancient song, a **whispered symphony**.
**Salt-laden zephyrs** weave through tangled hair,
As waves embrace the shore, a tender, rhythmic prayer.

## I. Dawn's Awakening

At dawn, the ocean stirs from slumber's embrace,
**Pearlescent waves** stretch, yawn, and find their place.
They kiss the sands with foamy lips, a gentle plea,
"Awake, oh world, and dance with me."

## II. Secrets in the Depths

**Silent caves** lie hidden, deep and mysterious,
Where **awful spirits** commune in quiet chorus.
Beneath tempests and tides, they hold their sway,
Remembering lost souls—the young, the bright, the fair.

## III. The Eternal Tide

The ocean's pulse, relentless, knows no bounds,
**Infinite force**, ebbing and flowing, profound.
Briefly rushing in, then receding with grace,
A cosmic heartbeat, a celestial chase.

## IV. Salt and Stardust

**Seagulls soar**, wings dipped in liquid silver,
Their cries echo tales of distant lands, of fervor.
And as the sun reflects upon the gleaming swell,
We walk its shores, our stories intertwined as well.

## V. Redemption

In the ocean's vastness, we find solace and release,
A canvas for dreams, where troubles find peace.
**Brief lives aflame**, like phosphorescent trails,
We sail its depths, seeking redemption's sails.

So let us listen, dear friend, to the ocean's plea,
For within its depths lie both mystery and glee.
In salt and spray, we find our eternal home,
Where waves sing lullabies, and restless hearts roam

# Popcorn Dreams

 In the cozy theater's dim-lit embrace,

Popcorn whispers secrets, a salty grace.
Tiny kernels pirouette in the heat,
Their golden dance, a symphony complete.

**Pop! Pop! Pop!**—the overture begins,
A thousand mini-explosions within.
From humble corn, they burst forth, alive,
A fragrant carnival, popping to thrive.

Each kernel, a comet in its own right,
A stardust memory, taking flight.
They leap from the pan, seeking the sky,
Brief lives aflame, then gently they die.

**Buttered galaxies** cling to their curves,
A constellation of crunch, our nerves
tingling with anticipation, delight,
as we reach for handfuls, bite after bite.

The silver screen flickers tales untold,
Yet it's these golden nuggets we hold.
Popcorn, the unsung hero of our show,
Popping hearts, filling our souls aglow.

So raise your paper cup, let's celebrate,
This humble snack that makes us elate.
In the theater's glow, we laugh and cheer,
Popcorn, our cosmic confidante, always near.

# Cricket Matches Poem