Another trial for mixing cricket and poetry…

Awaiting the Final Clash

“You’ve to study,”

I tell myself,

Not only me, everyone does,

Out I look to the bookshelf,

“Don’t let homework pass!”

But my poor mind goes over St. John’s Wood,

“Come on,” I scold, “You’re up to no good!”

But what to do, mind had already gone over,

To a historic place called Lord’s,

A real fight is going on…

Not with arrows, not with swords,

But with bats and balls—

I can’t wait, I can’t take it more,

It’s the ICC World Cup finals!