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