Tuesday, March 29, 2011

The Blade Of God

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


Ajay said...

Nice! One nitpick. He bats at No. 2 :).

Parth said...

@Ajay: I know, I know. Call it poetic license. I used it for effect :)

Vidya said...

Jai Ho!

(For lack of anything else to say, since I don't know much about cricket.)

Parth said...

@Vidya: Thanks for the show of support, despite the subject matter :)

Sneha said...

Parth - GREAT one! I can't wait for tomorrow morning :-)

Parth said...

@Sneha: Hope you are all pumped up for the finals now! :)

Vidya said...

You'd be proud of me, I watched the entire match...start to finish! Learned (most) of the rules too. :)


Parth said...

@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 :)

Radha said...

love this one!!

Parth said...

@Radha: Thanks!