Poise Glows,
Greatness Speaks.
The Willow Caresses.
White or Red it be,
Greeting the leather With,
An Ever So Beautiful Stroke.
Twenty Years,
Spent In a Zillion Overs.
A nation's hopes on his Shoulders.
Him Driving Off and On,
We Win Or We Lose,
Victory Is already Ours.
He Stands along with a Few,
Who nurture our Hope,
Who Humble Us,
Who Unite Us.
What He Has Given,
We Know No One can ever,
As they say,
If the sport be a religion,
He Is God.
Greatness Speaks,
Poise Glows,
The Willow Caresses.
Greatness Speaks.
The Willow Caresses.
White or Red it be,
Greeting the leather With,
An Ever So Beautiful Stroke.
Twenty Years,
Spent In a Zillion Overs.
A nation's hopes on his Shoulders.
Him Driving Off and On,
We Win Or We Lose,
Victory Is already Ours.
He Stands along with a Few,
Who nurture our Hope,
Who Humble Us,
Who Unite Us.
What He Has Given,
We Know No One can ever,
As they say,
If the sport be a religion,
He Is God.
Greatness Speaks,
Poise Glows,
The Willow Caresses.
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An Ode to the man,
20 years for India.
If Cricket was A game of One,
We are champions Over and Over.
Forever.
An Ode to the man,
20 years for India.
If Cricket was A game of One,
We are champions Over and Over.
Forever.
6 comments:
great work!! great poem :)
like your poems a lot!!
keep writing more
thank you moonlite, so nice of you to stumble upon my blog :)
thanks for the encouragement!
yes,nandy i see way too many fan following you these days.
it amazes me :P
Read:creative immaturity- ya'all!! :P :P
@a.bushan: if i suffer from creative immaturity, it is so disappointing that creative people such as U are left alone. No one to relate to, none to criticise either. Being your own fan, critic and writer. Sounds courageous. But it borders on insanity driven by loneliness.
enjoy.
:P
nandy pandy!
yes aa?
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