Cricket World-Cup’99 (Indian Style)

The Carnival of World Cricket Is off to a start this May; The seventh time, the world teams clash, For glory, seeking their way! All will be o’er in six weeks ’time; Could India pull off a win? Time will decide if Azhar’s boys, Can stun the world once again. No more Cricket’s an English game! It’s love has caught all men; The fever is on; game has begun; The testing ground- England; The Indian squad has gone ahead, To get acclimatized; Eleven kilos is the Cup’s weight! Anyone gets enticed. Few hundred pounds Is the cost of the Cup; Green light is on; the end will come; Non one has yet given up! A huge money-prize is at stake; And Cricket-lovers are gay! Glued to their T.V sets all stay; The young and old, this May. Not all can win laurels, acclaim; O Indians, go proclaim; Thy uniqueness and love of the game, ‘tis a worthy cause and name! Weather and pressures could decide, The pitch as well, the game; With some effort and some Dame Luck, It is anyone’s game; Do your job as well as you can, And pray good things happen; The LORD decides the Game at Lords! The Game is much open!