go son... you deserve to play on a road...

go son go...play on...on a road...

where you can plant your front foot forward...and play on up knowing that ball is not going to deviate even a millimeter...go there...play on them till the cows come home...without fear...

bowlers are there to help you serve dollies coz anyway we have clipped their wings...they won’t be able to do much...

go beef up your records son...so fans and pundits alike will applaud you as next bradman...

if in between you come across pitches offering semblance of assistance to insignificant creatures like spinners and pacers...

if in between you happen to face a bowler who against all norms develops a ball that catches you off guard...

do not forget to make noise about it...contrive to ban him and if the banning of bowler is not possible...do not give up son...ban the delivery which is bothering you at least...

how dare they challenge you in your holy pursuit for attaining bradmanesque figures...

its your right...its your world...

its for nothing you are born with a silver spoon in mouth...and a bat in hand...



inspired by - pitch causes a dust storm...