Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I P L

I

Moulds change.
Beholders transmute.
Stadia alters.
Copy books corrode.

Who recalls
The black dominance
Of Gary Sobers,
Gavaskar's
Love like shots,
Kapil Dev's inswingers
That soared as swans,
Sylvan sway of
Vivian Richards,
Imran Khan's leap
As Albatross,
And the dying earth?

Off the fields
The stars'll be
Dissembled by clouds
All of a sudden
Age gulps them.

Who recollects
Memories?

II

Young Suns
Throb in the net.
Spectators uproar
In their strife.

Nothing changes but change.

Let the celebration on.
Let the cheer girls foam.
Let the spicey I P L
Dazzle in the market.

The quest for drinking water
Probes the moon.
Life ends in
A maiden over.

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