It became dark
Though afternoon
And I heard thunder
What was happening
To spoil IPL and PSL
I began to wonder
Mercifully it was rain
But still I felt the pain
Of those whose raindrops
Were missiles and drones
We watched in peace
From safety of our homes
Real and fake news from
All the border war zones
All channels went hyper
Daily one city captured
Then enemy nation was
Destroyed completely
And millions clapped
Enraptured.
It was truly the golden hour
For every rumour monger
On sale or available on hire
When Uncle Sam
Stole my thunder and said
Stop your games
And restart IPL
Till I replenish arsenal
To supply all gullible
I direct you to ceasefire!