krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
Master Blaster - Sachin Tendulkar - Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
Why do galleries often roar
When the master blaster comes to bat?
Why do hairs stand end on end
At every ball he so gallantly whacks?
As the bowler pitches high or low
He bends and tames every delivery
With his bat to swing and show
Almost every ball to the far boundary
Fours and Sixes and runs in-between
In raptures we burst and scream
For when the master blaster is at the pitch
Runs seemingly gather without a hitch
Many a time it has been often said
When the nation waited with baited breath
He fought gallantly and narrowly prevented
What would have been our teams premature death
The master blaster of the shimmering greens
He now regally walks into history’ s page
And his legendary bat, the stuff of dreams
Will finally rest afters years of batting rage....
Fare ye well, Sachin, master of the pitch
You leave behind a legacy very rich
That future Indians sportsmen can inspire
To win emulating your past passion and fire.....
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