THE SMILING ASSASSIN...an untold story of MSD in verses
Cricket is a passion sport, most of us, will agree in this courtyard
Not
a simple sport with a bat and ball, to say with minimal words,
The summer
sport of the English, sowing its roots in our backyard,
A game prospered, propelled by
the domineering of the stalwarts.
India for years, a very sedate starter, in many a sporting
discipline,
Poverty, lack of
infrastructure, paucity of legends were the jury,
We leapfrogged, in
cricket and its terms, others are now in decline ,
World, is awestruck by our
giant leap, garnering the new found glory.
Jharkhand, a new state since two decades, never heard for sport,
Apart from a
mineral rich state, every Indian is priding this state,
A remarkable person appeared from nowhere
to conquer our heart,
Stealing
the thunder from many, to worship him in
an iconic state.
A humble beginning, a modest and
unruffled persona to the core,
This is the M.S.D. for everyone and
the world to cheer and acclaim,
A keeper with lightening
reflexes and a sharp brain were his
forte,
World had seen the likes of Sachin and
Saurav, he is far from them.
A great finisher,
a true team man, when our cricket badly needed one
Team won individual
honors, the coveted world Cup eluded
again,
Cometh
the hour, cometh the man, the famous saying becoming true,
Won the Indian
cap, the golden era of Indian cricket in the bargain.
Steward’s mantle within three years, the first ever twenty 20 victory
Lifting
the nation’s performances, at times boldly, singlehandedly,
Nation rejoiced for a
second world cup win in twenty eleven in glory
Another success proves
the world, India is a true Champion’s
ally
His ice cool behavior on and off the field, he earned many a
nickname,
“Captain
cool” an epithet, is a message for us, in
success or defeat,
Face never reveals
his plans, when his team is having a torrid time,
Letting
the opposing team make a false move to taste their defeat.
A born leader,
give any team, he will lead it to the pinnacle of glory,
The “Thala” of Chennai
Super Kings, was lifting the IPL Cup twice,
Corona
was the only to whom he lost his corona, all sports in awry,
Cricket
India lost its sheen, age, his next enemy, paying the price.
Wicket keeping, a
specialized art, mostly a thankless job in the outfit,
Watchful to the fury of the face,
alertness to the guile of the spinners,
Mahi, the
fitness freak in him with lightening reflexes, doing the rest
Masterminding and
stumping the hapless batsmen, stamping winners.
Keeping wickets,
leading the team and riding an ever winning mode,
Heroes are always a
rarity, all their heroics etch in our mind forever,
That’s the MSD, we
all salute the brigadier in you in a
farewell mood.
Exuding
a special charm, it is worth going miles to adore and cheer,