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.....
Yes, Sachin will ever remain a living legend who did Indians proud! His adieu to the field will be a sad memory to cricket lovers not only of India, but the world over! But he has to leave space for the young entrants! Enjoyed this passionate write of great flow and feeling! A 10 for this!
A great tribute indeed to a great crickrter. Well wored!
Great tribute to the Master Blaster. If you have time, please take a look at my Ode to Sachin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He will be missed by many. A good tribute to him.