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Cricketosophy : Poem

Vanita Thakkar is an Entrepreneur - an Engineer-Researcher-Consultant and an Artist - Singer-Composer-Poetess-Writer from Vadodara, Gujarat.


The last ball

Of the last over –


High excitement –

Held breathes,

Coldened palms

And soles ….

Statistics and History

Pointing to victory

Of the bowling side ….

Off goes the ball –

Full toss !!??

Ooops !!!

What a hit –

High and long –

A huge six !!!

Oooh !!!

India lose,

Pakistan win !

No, no !

Unbelivable !

Millions of eyes see

The silken folds

Of victory

Slipping helplessly past

Stretched winning hands,

Creating history.

The loss looms –

Hard and heavy –

Such a folly !

Or lapsed concentration !

Or uncertainty ascertained ?!


Thus, wondered, perhaps

The wordless,

Wandering minds,

Numb and thoughtless ….

“Stop sulking


And get back

To your study ….”


My concerned mother,

Reading the unsaid

On my swollen face,

As I slowly

Strolled out ….

My eyes met

Those of

The gazing blue sky.

“Their joy is

Our sorrow;

Our joy,

Their sorrow.

How much


Do such

Joys and sorrows

Deserve …. ?”

The shackles

Of grief



The humming calls

Of duty

Led the

Ninth standard student

In me

Back to my books,

My Study.

- Vanita Thakkar (30.08.2015)


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