SILLY POINT

A country where religion reigns supreme

There are more languages than one can count

Where more people dwell than anyplace else

This is a corrupt politician’s dream!!

There is one force that unites us though

One select group that leads us as one

They’re our Messiahs, our only hope

It’s the Indian Cricket team!!

They’re almost our Gods as they face the world

All padded and capped, armed with bat and ball

As they play, the entire country just stops

Nothing else matters, nothing at all!!

No movie releases, no parties thrown

No eating out unless there’s a TV in the restaurant

Radios sell like they’re going out of fashion

Cricket mania is beyond all sane reason

Fireworks light up the sky when they win

You can almost read the scores on the faces you meet

When they lose, it’s like someone dear has died

And people flock together to dissect the defeat

Divide and rule, was the British intention

As they unleashed their skilful tyranny

But they goofed up and taught us cricket

There’s hope as yet for our country!!!

SWATI CHANDRAN