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Oh god, you are a umpire
And your given life is a match,
I am a player, tired,
Everyone want to take my catch.

You are only responsible for my every four or six,
You are only responsible for audience remix.
By you only I am still playing at crease.
Though its time for me to freeze.

Even when my partner got out,
On my ability, i never doubt.
You only prevent me from every bounce or york,
Because of you now i am settle at crease like a cork.

You only taught me to play swing or spin,
The opponent players, to take my catch, are keen.
You also pleased me with wide and no-ball,
You only rises me on my every fall.

Thank you god for all these things,
Because of you, whenever i think about my century, i start to sing.
Now, o.k., bye, i have to go to watch IPL,
Where only entertainment dwell……….. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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