Jersey 10

In that cafe, that TV said
the 'boy' jersey 10 clad
        in thy hands, ageing, caught!
        not as sore as as i thought.

I had my drink and lay on bed
thought of when he came and played,
                 Enormous crowd, roar, screams
                 All they'll be now mere dreams.

I plunged myself more and more
why it came behind the door?
                 could have ended against rivals
                 and rared their chances of survival

Take off his cap at the last
every head bowed, throbbing fast
                 Watch the master bade good bye\
                  'Sachin the god' the national cry

But fate went other way round
loads  of promises, hard to bound
                 never so shy, to face the real
                 never so coward, against evry appeal

So why? the fate goes other way.
I had my drink , on bed I lay
It had to come, not this way atleast
so let the ODI REST IN PEACE!




R.I.P. One day Cricket