I am point and now I come to it.
Between us lies the point, yours
And mine ,which is so pointless.
Again and again I come to that.
You are the point I keep stating,
When all else seems pointless.
The cricket is point on silence.
My ears take its point at dawn,
In a temple song and pointless.
Cricket is a point in my silence
With the God’s song and crow,
Soon to drown in sea of sound.