The smoldering sphere of leather swivels and stares hard,
the willow looks back, well-known of its sly intentions.
The same piece of wood that has had the reputation to glide, clobber and tear the leather apart,
now slips to defend against it.
Tricked and castled,
and the ball wins the battle.
Critics say, it’s finally time
to put it to rest.
Become a memorabilia may be,
go down in history as the
weapon of destruction wielded
by one of the all-time
cricketing greats.
A new game begins.
It makes a walk to the pitch,
tensed but still breathing
belief.
The bat that once spoke with
elan,
now stutters.
But, it hasn't yet lost its voice.
But, it hasn't yet lost its voice.
Wait for it.
You never know when it might
resurrect,
with a strong baritone or may
be even with a roar.
Because 23 years of cricket
archives tell us
of what it’s truly capable of.
It ain’t over yet.
