The Little Master

A small boy with bat in hand,

Dreams of cricket and becoming grand.

He practices day and night,

To play the game with all his might.

He loves the sound of leather on willow,

The feeling of hitting a six and seeing it go.

He idolizes his heroes on TV,

And dreams of playing like them one day for free.

In the backyard or on the street,

He plays with friends and never misses a beat.

He swings the bat and bowls with glee,

And in his heart, he knows this is where he's meant to be.

His passion for the game grows strong,

And he knows he can't be wrong.

He'll keep playing and training hard,

Till he makes it big and goes far.