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,