In a land of dreams
A little boy
With a stick of wood
His scrawny arms
They swing to shoot.
In a country full
Of hopeful hearts
They stand as one
In whatever else
They have been apart.
A study in saffron
Their eager faces
Their palms of green
Raised to bless
Their sons of soil
And with them
They also toil.
The winning stroke
It blazes through
Victory at last
Has flown to our boys
On golden wings
Where every feather
Was perhaps the stone
From every little boy
In a very small lane
When his scrawny arms
They swung to shoot.
Cricket
The Road To Victory
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2011 with permission of the Author.
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