How many days have passed
Just gazing at you,your moves and gesture
Your joy and sorrow reflected in me
As I watched you restlessly.
On roadside,in busy streets
I watched you among crowds
But now was it a mere waste
I do think when we were made fools
How many quarrels where heard
Just in name of you,for who will win.
But it was all silly stuff I think
When we know the real game
Have been played behind the field.
The game is unpredictable but
Now we know sometimes
The game is predicted before hours
Even when the game is unpredictable
For the spectators .
The game has lost its charm and its time
To better play in ground with friends
For fun keeping our innocence live
Than to just watch and waste our time.
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