Best Batsman Poems

I remember, I remember my garden of joy,                 ...

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I like Muslims,
Particularly Yemenis
And Pakistanis (in Yemen)—
With whom, as a university don,
I happened to live for six years. 

Arabic vowels render 
A Yemeni voice gruff.
So...

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     Unquotable quotes -  III

When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain...

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Villanelle : The Cricketer’s Hakka : « How’s Zaat ! »

Balls thud into pads bats gloves or whisk past batsmen
At bowler’s end or square leg...

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Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time.
Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ;    
...

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   Unquotable quotes – II

Spare the rod and knife the wife.
Empty drums make the most deaf wise.
Penny wise Pound English.
The Polyester Stomper heals...

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Unquotable quotes (More Cricketing Jargon) – IV

A « wide » is a ball aimed by the bowler at some absent-  
   minded...

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Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII

(Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the...

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Limerick : Once a Privy Counsellor at Lord’s

Once a Privy Counsellor at Lord’s*
Watched a bowler* throw balls like gourds
Convened judicial com.*
Summoned bowler to come ...

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"Wise Monkey"



I am tired
I am so so tired
Just sit for a while

See no evil
Hear no evil
Speak no evil

Shut my eyes
Listen to emptiness
Don't speak

Shhhhhhhhhhh

I am tired
I...

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I remember, I remember my garden of joy,
It gave me great happiness when I was a boy
At the bottom of the garden was a delightful...

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Out of a neon jungle the big cats prowl
  through the wind in the willows uncovered,
but when the cats and wind begin to howl
...

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I have no doubt that 
 soon it will be summer.
The daffodils have taken flight,
 fire no more warms the night.
The rain has gone,
 no...

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Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life 
It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn 
Starting with toss of a coin;...

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It was mid-summer,
evening league cricket.
Fifty years fade from view
they’ve labelled it
Twenty-Twenty and think
of it as something new.

We batted first,and scored
a few;I placed my bat
in the...

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