Two Sports Poems

Cricket 2


In that testimony
Of two fists that sting and flutter
Like species of insects, you find
A glorious drone-like fury
With no traces of hate


In the custody of white knights
You find the leather and the willow
Playing an ingenious battle
On a dried piece of lawn
That understates the degree of talent
That goes in, to quell speed and spin,
Which when inversed, still equilibrates,
The sheer deftness of technique
Exploiting the lottery of lady luck.

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