O’ my dear Kamran
Each match, each over, each bowl
I want you to catch me
I want you to hold me
I even want you to hug me.
O’ you adorable Kamran
Each time I come near you,
You don’t even stop me
You don’t even look at me
You don’t even attend to me
O’ you hearltess Kamran
Each time I bounce on you
You just push me away
You just look the other way
You just fall the wrong way
O’ you clumsy Kamran
How long will this go on, O’ Kamran?
Will a bowl come when you will stop me from a ‘four’ ?
Will an over come when you will catch me for an ‘out’ ?
Will a match come when you will bail me off for a ‘stump’?
O’ you lazy Kamran.
Forever yours,
With love,
The Poor Ball.
Blind to Bounds 
Comments on: "O’ MY DEAR KAMRAN" (1)
Hey, this is hilarious!! Thanks for writing this 😀