Bow your heads low
And stir your souls high
Beneath that cranium,
And above all the repercussions
Is a human, a superhuman…

For centuries may come,
And they may fall like rain
But never will you fathom this genius again

You call him a master, do you
You call him a blaster, do you
You call him a miracle
and a thunder, and a fire do you

A demon to the bowler down the wicket he is
A god in this cricket frenzy nation he is
The hope of a thousands of millions disciple
And the agony of a few disheartened atheists he is

He’s faced the torpedoes and the fireballs
And the swingers and the yorkers
He’s smashed them, he’s thrashed them
He’s sent them to the Pluto
and the Mars and the Saturn

He’s an era himself,
In this gentleman’s game
For thou shall ne’er see, this humility
In such extravagance of fame

May we keep alive Sachinism,
a proud Sachinist I am
I’ve seen the Master play,
That’s how lucky I am!

P.S: This poem is dedicated to Sachin’s 100th century. Special thanks to my friend Abhishek Nagaraja who motivated me to write this. 🙂

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15 thoughts on “(Sa)n(ch)ur(i)a(n)

  1. Sachinist, yes! Count me in too!

    Fills me up with immense pride even as I read this, each word reflects the greatness and the humility of a man that defined the game for a whole generation out there – you, me and the millions more! A wonderful homage – this deserves a standing ovation.. both for the lil master and for your beautiful and heartfelt words! Excellent.. Piyush! 🙂

  2. The Poem is Extremely Awesome bro and thanks for the tagging me in it…

    I just wish Sachin Himself to read this poem.

    I hope these words reach him as soon as possible.

    I am with you buddy We’ll make sure Yeh awaz Hamare cricket ke Shehensha tak pahunche

  3. Wohooo! You my dear friend are the most innovative and lifelike writer that i have ever read… and trust me i am an avid reader and have read over 230+ writers. You might not be the best, but for your age you are certainly AMAZINGLY GREAT!

    Loved this special thrust in your poem
    “You call him a master, do you
    You call him a blaster, do you
    You call him a miracle
    and a thunder, and a fire do you”

    All the best for your wish 🙂

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