Team India has No idea, To face Bond, they had no face. Bond is no James Bond, but is a Bomb, To India, sending the Batsmen helter shelter.
It is a folly to call it, a great Batting line up, Name it a Bunch of Jokers, if you copy Mohinder. When their bowling clicks, their batting collapses, And when their Batting works, bowling goes astray.
When Top order flops, the tail wags If you do not call the entire team a Tail. When team falls like Nine Pins, Yuv and Kaif too fall like Jack and Jill!
The team blooms once in a blue moon day, Like a flash in the Pan, but refuse to learn from the past. Wright or Chappel, nothing goes right for the team, They do not know their Basics, nor try to learn.
Shane sends shivers down our batsmen spine, Though they do spineless batting. Shame to India and the Twelve Wiseman, Who must come back Home, to save blushes against Zimbs!
