Cricket, the game we love so dear,
A sport that brings us joy and cheer.
A bat, a ball, and 22 yards wide,
A test of skill, where champions reside.
The crack of willow, the roar of the crowd,
The adrenaline rush, as runs are allowed.
A battle of wits, a battle of might,
A display of courage, a show of delight.
The slips, the gully, the deep square leg,
The bowling and fielding, the elegance of reg.
The three stumps standing, tall and proud,
A symbol of hope, where champions are crowned.
The sunshine and rain, the dust and the dew,
The ups and downs, in this game of few.
A test of patience, a test of time,
A game that unites, and makes us shine.
So let us play, and let us cheer,
For cricket, the game, that we hold so dear.
For it's a part of us, and will always be,
A love that transcends, for all to see.
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