Beneath the azure skies, they stand tall and bright,
Men clad in whites, under the sun’s warm light.
The bat, the ball, a game so grand,
Played across this timeless land.

The bowler’s run, a dance so fierce,
The batsman’s guard, ready to pierce.
The pitch, a stage for skill and might,
Each stroke, a testament to the fight.

The crowd’s roar, a symphony of cheer,
As the ball sails, dispelling all fear.
Wickets fall, and fortunes shift,
In this game where spirits lift.

The end draws near, the final call,
Echoes of glory, remembered by all.
Cricket’s tale, a saga untold,
A sport of legends, brave and bold.