THE LAST OVER

It was the last over in the finals of a cricket match

Hearts were thumping, lips were latched

I was in fact no lover of this game

But was dragged here by friends to watch the same

So instead of the match, I sat watching the crowd

Near me sat this beauty and I felt so proud

She fluttered her eyelids, coyly smiled and waved her hand

And that very instant I had illusions of exchanging wedding bands

When the first ball of the last over was thrown

There was an 'Oooh 'and an 'Aaah'; and a miserable groan

For the ball had found its mark so well

A wicket was down and the crowd seemed to be under a spell

I saw fair ladies wipe tears from their eyes

And the two in front of me clung to each other and cried

While some men behind me started to bet

And next minute they were at loggerheads

When the next two balls didn't help to increase the score

A pin drop silence was ensured

The fourth ball of the over was struck high up in the air

Lo! there was a dropped catch and an angry bowler stared

Now two balls remained and the air was tense

Six runs to win and five to defend

Then the fifth ball of the over fetched another run

And suddenly this game was full of fun

The beautiful girl near me whom I had been eyeing all the time

Fluttered her eyelids and coyly smiled to see my eyes shine

And the last ball was hit for a brilliant six

It flew over the field, into the crowd and was now in my grip

As the jubilant Indian crowd waved, danced and sang

I saw those fluttering eyelids, coy smile and the palm of an outstretched hand

And did I say she was a beauty? Nay...not at all

I looked through her and walked off with the winning ball.