THE SMILING ASSASSIN
an untold
story of M.S.D 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,
didn’t we ? in cricketing terms, others in decline, World, 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 fort, 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,
