Dada of Kanpur Cricket Club

Dada, the interpreter of dreams, and

A great cricket enthusiast was shocked

To find empty Green Park in one of his dreams

There were no long queues

The colour ‘white’ was missing

A few ‘black’ heads could be seen

It was a day-and-night limited-over match

Dada, in his younger days

Used to be on the ground

By seven in the morning

With lunch box filled with Aloo-parathas

For a match scheduled to start at ten

Tap water was still safe

Beer had not come to the scene

Spectators were the only cheerleaders

Dada had his lot of favourite cricketers, but did not burn their effigies when they did not perform

It is now ‘instant’ cricket

There is no second innings

There is no second chance

Do or die, next man is waiting

No more a gentleman’s game

Not uncommon are ugly events

In the show of assertion

How ‘ungentle’ should one become

Dada wonders

Not the boards, not the chiefs, not the bookies

The lovers of the game can only stop the menace That is damaging the game

In an empty Green Park ground

Perhaps, Dada found the answer

To halt the damage

To a gentleman's game