A poem celebrating the reunion event for a cricket club based in Lucknow.
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For it is a spell of victory!
Oh! the sweet smell of
the greens
in those jubilant
twenty-two yards.
Those shouts of joy
and the pitch
for tentative glory
that made us
brothers in this life.
To bring home
victory,
yes, it is
what dreams are made of.
This day,
all the seams come together;
all four corners of our world
converge here.
Proud and mighty,
reunited on this home-turf,
this is where we
played the greatest game there is.
Victory is ours
for we call life our master.
For it is a spell of victory!
Oh!
it is a day
to claim our place
under the February sun.
