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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Ou(s)t of Contention!


The chosen, finest fifteen
Is all set to come back
As the weakest, ever seen
Low in attitude and in knack

Little did they fathom short ball
Would ruin their world cup hope
For instead of tackling it and standing tall
Played meek and weak, unable to cope

Batting was attributed as their forte
Little did the batsmen play and portray
At many times, even after winning the toss
Bowling first was what their captain chose

Not winning a single match in the super eight
Captain is left with no more excuses or no one to blame
For the team hardly gave a sturdy, spirited fight
Once upon the time, they were the champions of the game!

2 comments:

വാല്‍നക്ഷത്രം said...

I just love poems with rhyming words...;)

whoami said...

@വാല്‍നക്ഷത്രം
Thanks!