Beneath the sun’s warm, gentle gaze, The cricket field unfolds its tale, Of battles fought with grace and skill, Where…
Under the golden sun, the fields ablaze with light, Batsmen take their stance, with dreams of flight. The bowler’s arm…
Beneath the azure skies, they stand tall and bright, Men clad in whites, under the sunâs warm light. The bat,…
On the hallowed ground where legends tread, The echo of cricket’s timeless call, Batsmen and bowlers in harmony wed, As…