It’s Gonna Come Home

Each mohalla, each gully,

Is brimming with this fever fully.

There will be an outburst,

Of celebrations, of prayers,

Of googly, of yorkers

Of shots and misses

Of dot balls and catches

Of runs, records and wickets

This frenzy is.. Cricket

But in the end..

The Heart says..

It’s gonna come home

The World Cup!