A small boy wonder,
Holding bat at ten.
God knew his plans,
As subtle as his pain.
He made our faces glow,
Driving through cover in flow.
His late cut was such class,
The soldiers cheered in drass.
A man of humility and strength,
A frame of dexterity at length.
Straight drive in field and heart,
Little master,you were an era apart!
Twenty four years is a long time,
Yet you played ever so sublime.
For the way you stayed in peak,
The horizon looked ever so bleak.
The sun might set upon your grace,
Yet you will remain inspiration in pace!

#bharatratna is a well deserved honour for the person who has made our throats sore by chants whenever he played..glory to the man who was a legend!!

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