The fiend runs in
Thunderbolt in hand
Legs pumping
Arms extended
He hurls it at the
Stationary figure
Serene among the chaos
In a zone of his own
A billion hearts skipping
A collective beat
As the ball hurtles down
At lightning speed
When victory is de facto
And defeat is unacceptable
When a game ceases to be
“Just a game”
When matter of “life and death”
Isn’t just a phrase
In that fraction of a second
When all I said was true
The brute released
A torrent of questions
Then the feet moved
The toes went off the ground
The arms lifted the heavy bat
The cut unleashed on an
Unsuspecting ball
As it sailed into
A jubilant crowd
The ball carried with it
A message clear as day
Mortals won’t win today
For God has taken guard
Batting at number one
For India
P.S> In case it is not obvious, this is an ode to THAT upper cut that Tendulkar hit off Shoaib in the World Cup game in 2003
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Nice! One nitpick. He bats at No. 2 :).
@Ajay: I know, I know. Call it poetic license. I used it for effect :)
Jai Ho!
(For lack of anything else to say, since I don't know much about cricket.)
@Vidya: Thanks for the show of support, despite the subject matter :)
Parth - GREAT one! I can't wait for tomorrow morning :-)
@Sneha: Hope you are all pumped up for the finals now! :)
You'd be proud of me, I watched the entire match...start to finish! Learned (most) of the rules too. :)
Hooray!
@Vidya: I am very proud of you. Well done. If you decide to take a deeper interest in the game and have questions , you know whom to ask :)
love this one!!
@Radha: Thanks!
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