Like the dream of a caged bird Embracing the sky of thoughts and space, She wants to get lost in the coldest sands Of darkness and dust. Reluctant to wander - Like a caravan lost in a misty night Fearlessly gaping the stars above, Too dull to twinkle... Treading its path through the silent desert As silent as a care-free prostitute, Night after night succumbing to her destiny Like an omen unread or misunderstood, She drowns in the Currents of passion and youth Encircling her mind and body Waiting like a stream... Whirling to collapse before its time Freeing herself from all burdens and pressure Like a pebble she sinks in this abysmal world Of One Day Cricket - My Indian Cricket Team.
