A Fictional Match
ARNAB Bhattacharyya
Hooghly, West Bengal
Last night in a dream, at Eden's grand ground,
I watched a match unfold, with joy all around.
The bat took charge, a storm so bright,
Opening pair—Virat, Rohit in sight.
Who could stop the glory? None would dare,
For Bengal's pride, Sourav was there.
Next came Chennai, Bombay, and Kochi,
Sixes rang out with chants of “Sachin, Sachin.”
At number five, the Sixer King’s show,
Yuvraj Singh’s bat dealt blow after blow.
The tricolor danced as Dravid hit through,
A century scored, the cheers only grew.
Whose name fills the air with chants of fame?
MS Dhoni walks in, setting the flame.
Runs piled up, three hundred or more,
The opponents returned, ready to score.
Zaheer Khan bowled, first wicket in hand,
Zero on board, couldn’t make a stand.
Bumrah and Nehra, fierce and fast,
Changed the game, as wickets fell fast.
The final ball, Kuldeep’s magic at play,
A wicket falls, and India wins the day.
The dream match ends, thrilling and tight,
As victory shines in the glowing night.