In the heart of the emerald field,
Where dreams dance on a leather seam,
The willow whispers tales untold,
Underneath the sun’s gentle gleam.

Crimson caps and whites align,
As time slows its ceaseless race,
The bowler’s grace, the batsman’s gaze,
In this timeless, revered space.

A cheer erupts as leather flies,
Over boundaries, across the skies,
The crowd united in rapturous glee,
A symphony of joy and unity.

With every swing and every stride,
In cricket’s embrace, the world abides,
A tapestry of moments sewn,
In this game, forever known.