Of Cricketers and Cricket Fans: Transition from the Present to the Past

Epochs do come to an end;

Eras do come to a standstill

For the barest second

Time does halt...

Allowing the world to soak it in,

Facts as they resonate

Allowing a glimpse of the future,

In the present to percolate

Of a difference,

Of a chasm

Huge and wide
Never to be bridged,

Ever again

The muting

Of sheer subtlety and class;

The deadening

Of awing strokes and shots

Never to be replicated

But in memories

Those that’ll linger

Yet incomparable,

To reality until now

Fading away quickly

To a past,

A time-span bygone...