Cricket!!!

CRICKET!
A cricket!
Creeps slowly
Taking rest
But it is the
Real test.
Fifty-fifty
Or
Twenty –twenty
It is the ball
Which is on haul
And leg before
Catch or bold
The umpire
Fingers to the sky
That the player
Is returning to the pavilion
With a grim and shy
When ball flies
Out of limit
Umpire surrenders
And when
It creeps
To the boundary
He shakes his hand
Like an orchestra band
Those who are in field
They only get the prize
And the shield
But the emotional band
In the stands
Stand for the duck
How ironically it sucks
Someone get the fortune
And some go to f*ck………………..