BRAHMA - Isa Craig Knox Poems


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If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,
    Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,
They know not, poor misguided souls,
    They too shall perish unconsoled.
I am the batsman and the bat,
    I am the bowler and the ball,
The umpire, the pavilion cat,
    The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.