For a bowler 75 is not a bad score,
I don't know how many runs are more,
But I am still on the crease,
Though tired but nothing I cease,
Still my square cuts are a beauty to watch,
Cover drives and extra cover drives win the match,
Bowler's back hand drive four or six but often caught,
Back to pavilion mostly in eighties thinking gallantly I fought,
A little weak on the leg sides mostly depend on the leg glance,
A singleton is definite but a double ton ends in a chance,
My real weakness, I can run once not twice or thrice,
Blocked arteries, blocked gall bladder, but I am fine and nice,
Yes I am nice because I am a fighter on the pitch,
Can bring back the victory thrown by top order in a ditch
A useful batsman coming at number eight,
Often I think my captain has sent me too late,
I know I can never score a magical century,
Happy, I can still hit the ball for a boundary.
Often declared as player of the match,
The ball appears to me a gal, happily I catch.
(Written on my 75th birthday, on 8th February,2020.)
Oh dear, Happy Birthday Sir :) May God bless your life always.75 years you know, thats a good enough for you to summarize the story, the experience and the growth of anything in your life. You did a great job until now to make wonderful remark, your thoughts and words! artery cant support your running game but it still prove you are something different! 75 is a good score, each point has meaningful things to celebrate and to share with all.
Happy, happy birthday to a great man and Poet. Wishing you the best in everything, .Sir Akhtar. Yes,75 is a great number. Having reached this age is a blessing. May the Lord bless you more wonderful years to come. May you continue to bless this site with beautiful poems.
I salute people who are active at 75. I can't expect to cross another 20 miles...
(- ) today 12th February I visited some wise state of PH kingdom and found there the whispering message there the poet step ahead on the sagacious womb of age and coincidentally I find in my garden 75 flowers I wish healthy Happy Birthday to this great Poet of Pakistan Happy Birth Akhtar Jawad
8th February I didn't see the dawn auspicious face of the sun sparrows are chirping near my fence and tin made roof I'm mud made human in the garden of flowers there bloomed many flowers I smelt all with the flying butterflies o delightful the breeze where I'm whispered- " today is the Birthday of revered poet of Pakistan" but I was unconcerned in case of short time memory lose (- -)
Wish you Akhtar Jawadji more than a century to you! What a marvelous write! You are surely winning with your scores.May God 's blessings be with you.
A beautifully crafted poem. So appropriate and wonderfully written for the birthday celebrant. Liked the nicely conceived title.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy birthday Akhtarji..you are still young at heart