The little master-An emotion

I panicked and unlocked the door,
Together they sat, all serious and sombre,
My dad, my mom and my brother,
They missed a meal, they forgot hunger,
The bell rang, all it got was a cold shoulder,
The cell beeped but it was only a whimper,
all that mattered was the Television, and uninterrupted power,
On the screen, was the cricket player,
just a five-footer,
He was called The Little Master,
I never believed that he was so super,
that was till I heard what the commentator,
199, he had made, oh! what a scorer!
He just needed one run to be the victor,
I became a sudden cricket lover,
and hit the one run, he did much later,
and provided all of us a much needed breather,
then my dad turned over,
He said,"Hail Sachin Tendulkar!"