As I write this the Indians in the north-east might be in a mood to lynch some members of the Indian cricket team. Hope the dalai lama cheers them up.
So far the Indian team's performance has been as spineless as Indian foreign policy. In this context, the previous poem is embarrassing. As some great man said "its all gloom and doom"
Its time to retreat to those time tested fortresses of defence and 'picking up the singles'. Pick up the pieces and prepare the ground for harbhajan.
Hope has always been the ultimate refuge of the Indian cricket fan.
Hope....
Added later: Ah..the futility of it all. We are all but pawns in this horrible game. All credit to the guwahati walas...They're still cheering.
Added much later:
Hope rears its handsome head again. Ahh..bliss.
Lets hope that the almighty ( or almighties just in case there's more than one) and the power of gut feeling pull india through. A stone just crashed through my window and conked me on the head. Some Indian fan must have read my poem.
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