It may be Shane Warne’s googly, Or a Rawalpindi bouncer; It may be Akram’s swing , Or stean’s steady pouncer. From yorker to short, Doosra to quick; Whatever may be the ball, He has got the knick; Silent movement of wrist, And then the final click; The more dangerous is the bowler, The more he makes him sick. From harsh pull to clean hook, Cheeky drives to smart sweep; He’s got all of them in his book, Some newer, all to make opposition weep. Keep a gully or a silly point, 3 slips or mid cover, His bat keeps finding gaps, Till the last ball of the over; Nobody can match his class, Not even the Windies bloke; Hitting mammoth of runs my friend, Even in a Kangaroo’s wildest dream is no joke. Be it t20s or tests , Or the 50 over game; He always gives his best, Has a double hundred under his name. Age no boundary, Every match he gets better; In all formats of game, He is the highest run getter. Long back in Mumbai, A child dreamt of getting in Indian team; As the dream is achieved, Now he’s just living his dream. Neither Border nor Gavaskar, Not even ICC’s 21 guns, Its only Sachin Tendulkar, Who has a ton of tons! and will have a ton of tons!
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 20:46:09 +0000
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