Zenith Well Deserved Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

What a pride you are
To this land Mother Lanka
A mount of action, by far
Gentleman cricketer, Sanga

You made nation proud
Held Lion flag, global round
Shone vivid, par Lanka emerald
Brought tears to Lankan crowd

You were our hope
You were our dream
Never were you broke
Master of fine stroke

Be it a ball, wicket to wicket
A bumper above your height
Off cutter leg cutter of his opt
Or a yoker bothered you not

Straight on and off drive played
Sweeps, hooks, cuts, so, scores thrived
Twin, full and half centuries you achieved
Kept busy like a hive, your mind set

You are the number one,
You are, simply our one
You are second to none
You bore country icon, Lion

You are the inspiration
Courage boomed on perspiration
Deserves royal admiration
To you Sanga, our congratulation!