Unparalleled in humility and a class apart,
The gentleman's game is his chosen form of art,
Rarely did he cause any tumult or uproar,
Every stroke he played , made the dil maang more.
The epitome of Edison's definition of genius,
footwork that could only be described as ingenious,
That subtle smile and coy demeanor,
A simple life and an untarnished career , (i dare thee to find one cleaner.)
Contributions went unnoticed, credit was left due ,
yet,not once did we see his face display a shade of (red) hue,
Never one to claim glory or hog the limelight,
Always played with his heart and fought his own silent fight.
Many a post shall be dedicated to you today, my humble sonnet is but one,
Watching you play , my dear sir, has been immense fun .
i have always loved him more than everyone else in the Indian team....more than even Tendulkar...
ReplyDeletecoming from someone who doesn't even follow cricket anymore, even then i will miss his silken writs and his majestic on drive ...
and i loved to poem nikhil .... :)
*wrists i mean
Delete*the poem ... oops!!
Deletehaha... glad you liked it bro :)
DeleteDrat. I still can't come to terms with it. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteAlso, my tribute to him can be found here - http://yemmay.tumblr.com/post/18998246098/thank-you-mr-x
Brilliant..one of the greatest legends of the game but not given due credit .. we will miss you WALL..and brilliant tribute to him
ReplyDeleteLovely. :) it's a black Friday indeed.
ReplyDeleteThe best shot that he played, wasn't a shot. A good camera shot- the way he let the ball almost kiss his offstump. Almost, mind you. It's like he seduced bowlers into bowling on his pads or way outside off.
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