It seems writer’s block has hit me hard
Which I find so difficult to discard
The junky, incoherent thoughts in my mind
With so many distractions not letting me
unwind
The cacophony of dirty political sound
Unbearable filthy language all around
The standard of politics falling day by
day
Liars, corrupts and thugs having their
way
However hard I try to resist,
The cricket fever still continues to
persist
Though the game has lost much of its
innocence
My love for the game never lessens
In the process, my creativity took
backseat
It vaporized somewhere in summer heat
Don’t know how to unclutter my mind
And leave the distractions far behind.