Sachin Tendulkar - Tribute to the Master Blaster

Someone asked me, 'Whom do you revere?' It took me a nanosecond to reply 'Sachin Tendulkar'.

 Its certainly plausible that every teenager in India admires him. Not just in sports, but overall he's an idol. He's beyond words. His serene look, and the innocence, and his shots, oh! No doubt if you ever knew what cricket is, you must have also known this legend.
Why am I mentioning Sachin Tendulkar on this poetry blog?
Certainly it is about poetry. I remember it was Sachin's last match. I had bunked my IIT Coaching to watch him play. Tears were flowing down my face as he bade his farewell to the realm of Cricket. But this ain't true. Who says he quit? He plays. He still plays. Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar still hits his straight drive and square-cut.
WHERE?
Remember that guy who plays in your neighbourhood? That little guy who is known for his instincts and excellence ? Yes, he's SRT10. Anyone who has sheer passion in their cause is undoubtedly the Tendulkar of that field.
Poem on Sachin If I say I've written a poem on Sachin, that would be a disgrace. Words fail when he bats. Rhymes end when he smiles. And time stood still when he took his leave. Nevertheless, I tried my best to write a few words for him. Well, that is nothing in comparison to his dedications to India, is it?

"SACHIN 10DULKAR"

Stumbling at the balls they threw,

The masters lose their spirit;

For the bowlers like Imran,

The Indian team was a treat.

One by one they gave in,

Falling to the foreign ferocity a prey;

The pavalion revealing the tensed Indians,

When another made out his way.

"Look, he's just a kid."

The teenagers would murmur;

Who knew he would grow up,

To be 'The Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar'.

He endured the balls that others fret,

In a zest to tackle them..

This 16 year old tailender,

Wasn't playing for tidbit of fame.o;

With every match in the series,

Always striving to making India win;

Scoring a century though being hit in the face,

He induced on everyone's face- A flush of pink.

Excelling in his poise and tactics,

Pioneer all through 24 years,

He became a nightmare to the bowlers,

His 'square cut' was all they feared.

Making record of records,

An idol in the realm of cricket,

To the bowlers that would debut,

His wicket was the ticket.

Not just in cricket scores,

This maestro rocked the cradle;

His compassion and tranquility soothing everyone,

Made him worthy of the medal.

When it comes to devote your life,

To your cause; to your passion,

The Master Blaster is a relevant example;

To anyone who seeks inspiration.

People die and people are born,

But quite a few are reverred;

In the hearts of our hearts dwells our her

Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar...

Thanks Sachin, thanks for your contribution and inspiration.