Life Is Like Cricket

Life starts with a dot ball And continues the childhood like a powerplay.

The teenager starts like a no-ball, No fear one has to play.

As it goes, middle-age like middle overs come, What seems that doesn't happen like a googly ball.

Either you rotate the strike or else the crowd gets clum,

Just like one failure washing all your contribution. The old age like dead over will come,

Very few care about you because they want the task from you.

Yorkers and slowers will only come, no one will be your chum,

Sledging and leg-pulling will surround you.

At this stage, only your calmness and strength will help you.

If you win endless joyful wind, but if you fail everyone is ready to blame.