The Square Cut

The black and white TV was getting excited,

The Indo Pak rivalry was scheduled to be telecasted,

Some thirty people assembled in our house,

With all debates and huge chaos,

The coin went up and Sachin took a stance,

The small TV and a large crowd, all eyes struggling to have a glance,

Two decades and on, still the memories live,

With every blink, that square-cut flashes,

This LED Television is big with high definition,

Still my eyes remember that old connection,

The power cuts, the tuning to the radio,

The joy of same coming back and turning on the video,

Remembering that life while I walk down the lane,

I hear a child shouting again and again,

Somewhere the little me is still shouting,

That beautiful feeling, That old chanting,

Sachin Sachin! Sachin Sachin!