Perhaps may be because of you But cricket to me Dear Sachin is no more a game But a poem A lyrical poem - Intensity, concentration, spontaneity Moods and tensions and form …… Rhythm and movement and composition And flashes of imagination and talent … When the strokes go across To the boundary Of all the things , that string of Uncertainly hanging all the time Making moment of every movement - A creative moment And a challenge What else can all this be If not a lyric on the playground? Hence this vocabulary Rushing up to me As I sit down, dear Sachin, To describe your game… Ramesh Tendulkar
Posted on: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 07:43:09 +0000
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