God Of Cricket

Of all the games

He chose cricket and his dreams.

He doesn't have to play more

Just break all the records

Neither ball nor bat and field

He is pride of his country

with millions of fans.

Short body with bluish white cloth

the darkened eyes, swinging

around the ground, to hear

Heart beats of spectators,

And he sees the sky, for

God’s divine blessings.

He blasted the shot, named as

Master blaster, from his followers.

He is a maker of new records

It may be, one day two hundred

Or, else it might be test four hundred

Nothing can stop his cricket, until god

says, you are too a God of cricket.

Moment of his century, his

head is held high, bat faced to the sky

It is way of saluting god, rather than

the world saying, one god salutes other.