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!"
good to discover your blog. sorry if this sounds like spam, but we are planning a poetry recital event this saturday in bangalore. thought I could invite you and any of your friends who could read some of their writings that evening. p.s. writing this in front of TV as teh last wicket goes :)
ReplyDeleteGoing through your blog was really a treat for me...Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteMy blog:http://vijayasaiptp.blogspot.com/
WORLD OF FINANCE
@Rohit-thanks:), can I know more about the event?
ReplyDelete@Vijaya-thnx a lot:)
http://www.weekendnuts.com/Events_2010.html
ReplyDeleteIt would be fabulous if you could join.
nice one...
ReplyDeleteHey, it was awesome poem.
ReplyDeleteI too was happy when I
heard about his achievement.
Indeed... Hail Little Master.
Very well written. Loved it! :)
ReplyDelete@rohit- I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I stay the opposite end of the city..:)
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