Cricket

Green grass with kites above
the wind made patterns in the clouds.
I lay gazing
in a dream-like high
was it a castle that I saw
or just a pattern in the sky
breathing deep the sun broke through
the dream was gone
but the feeling remained
and then I heard
faint then stronger
the cry of joy on a cricket ground


Sanjeev Chhiber

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