EXCUSES......

 

Past smirking bystanders,

And crazy fans as mad as hatters,

Long walk of shame, back to the pavilion,

Subjected to taunts and boos from millions.

A yorker, middle stump went for quick stroll,

Crumbled was his touted  defensive wall.

Attempting to cover "meek surrender" shame, 

With outlandish excuses, silly and lame,

While fielding he did spill a dolly,

And blamed the blazing sun for its folly,

Always prickly when he was shown finger,

Blamed the pitch for his failure to linger.

Umpires are blamed for biased decision,

It's his girlfriend who caused distraction,

If passing the buck is made a game,

We would have garnered unmatched fame,

We excel in game of shifting blame,

Do not care even if Nation is put to shame.

Goes forever, campaign after campaign,

Just one pride and hundred  pains.

A cooked up cock & bull story,

Never fetched anyone long-lasting glory,

They are nails used to build own coffin,

But we are used to use excuses so often.

(C) K. Radhakrishnan