The Gold Coin used for the toss at the 200th Test Source: OMG Sachin Facebook Page |
Went my nose for the last two nights
How much ever I prayed
Things did not look too bright
The nose had reddened
And the throat had betrayed
The head went heavy
And the temperature astray
Hot & Sour and Sweet Corn
Piping hot soups were in galore
I gargled through the night
Fighting the virus with a furore
Why take the trouble one would say
Cold and Fever are the order of the day
Aye Aye my head would usually nod
Had today not been November 15th
The day of the cricketing God
So out came the tissues
With Cough Syrup and Tabs
As I popped them all in
To watch the Little Master bat
For Colds come and Fevers go
And falling sick is a regularity
But watching the Maestro one last time
Will be my memory for Posterity
Indeed! And the country coming to a standstill is a testament to his presence :)
ReplyDelete@wooster - cough cough.. How true!
ReplyDeleteIndeed,Watching him Bat for the Last Time is matter of Pride...
ReplyDeleteFor an Era Ends with him.. :(
@Harsha - :( yup, i so hope there is a second inning! I promise to get better by then too :D
ReplyDeleteWow! It is a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you! :) I guess the sore throat and fever scared me so much that I would miss his innings.. it brought out this poem from my already woozy head :)
DeleteFor those who have no interest in cricket, it was time to do the Ostrich. I'm sure the God of Cricket is destined for even greater achievements.
ReplyDeleteHe He He! An for those who have grown up watching him time stood still :)
DeleteGreat writing! This a lovely tribute to Sachin :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Uma! Being under the weather, this was the best I could do!
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