Disguised Silence

a poem on Shane Watson's professional stand on his rivals' activities.

He faced reactance rage of his mate
Rectified the batting flow with his bat
Why don't you get anguish lad
When many jackasses scroll yur back
Wat a watson, ignite the arson..

Wahab tried to rule yur moves
Didn't allowed even to move a foot
Plays at covers for runs loot
Drives straight, woes rarest talent
Wat a watson, plays like hot-son

Pak tried to smell the coffee
Returned them with dashing stance 
You don't pull when team at stack
Shoulders mistakes of starc
Wat a watson, pull the ball son

Smiles like infant playing with cars
Cries like hulk biting the mars
Yur deadly curves dismantle my consiousness
Hope uh don't fix our nonsence
Wat a watson, flaunts a bit frisson

Clap clap clap...for introvert towards sledge
We know how much it takes
Yur bat like hammer of Thor
Perfumes the ball n sends to rope
wat a watson, hits casually a ton..

Author's Note

try to ignore spell errors.