Destiny

I have been playing a test match with her.

And she is destiny.

It’s her pitch and her 

ground.

She decides the rules.

Play doesn’t stop in

bad light.

It just goes on.

It doesn’t let you wear 

pads and gloves.

Helmet is only a dream.

The pitch too is rough

and shoddy with an uneven 

bounce.

But I too have batted with 

grit.

She threw bouncers.

And I went for the hook.

I connected some.

I missed some.

Some I took on the body.

I am not a Bradman.

But I will play like a tiger.

I will go for my shorts.

Hit some sixes and some fours.

Destiny always has the last laugh.

But middle overs could still be ours.