The autobiography of a pandemic.flu endemic to the sub continent.

I am caused neither by a swine nor by a bird,

But by, cricket.

I lodge myself in all those rapidly beating hearts absorbed

In the wicket,


I am the flu ,

That afflicts all those loyal to men in blue.

I spin , run and swell,when they all yell

"We will, We will, Win it".


I can neither be culled nor be declared 'out ,

I can neither be immunised nor be bowled out

I am in for a long innings
My tent has been hammered and pitched in.

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