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That day
he cried
cuz he didnt want to go
beyond the wall
and bring back the ball
They broke the wall today.
He cried...
He had his stumps carved on it!
The others play
over stumps made of broken brick pieces
and cry
over virtual wickets that fall on them
He doesnt cry anymore
He neither bats nor bowls
He only keeps wickets
to save the ball
from going behind!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Gully Cricket
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2 comments:
dude, the idea was gud, but i seriously feel u didnt do enough justice to it. pay some more attention to the words u use. there is a whole lot of difference in the words which should be used in a poem and in am article/write up.
right said dude...
i know that many of my poems need to be reworked...
m just not putting in the right effort...
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