A gentleman's game

Dada, the great cricket enthusiast was shocked

To find empty Green Park

There was no long queue

Colour ‘white’ was missing

Few ‘black’ heads could be seen

Dada woke up from his dream

Saw his younger days

When he used to be on the ground

By seven in the morning for a match

Scheduled to start at ten

Tap water was still safe

Beer had not come to the scene

Spectators were the cheerleaders

It is now ‘instant’ cricket

There is no second inning

No second chance

Do or die, next man is waiting

In the show of assertion

Not uncommon are ugly events

Not the boards, not the bookies

Only lovers of the game can stop

The menace that is damaging the game

In an empty Green Park

Perhaps, Dada found the answer

To halt the damage

To a gentleman's game