Spice Of India

 

 

Sachin Tendulkar,

Messiah of Indian cricket.

Loft the ball for a six yaar,

But please don’t lose a wicket!

 

A million hearts swell,

With joy out of bounds.

When India makes it big,

At the Eden or the Lords.

 

Much is the intensity,

With which we cheer.

Sometimes the Umpire wonders,

Are there only eleven or a thousand players?!

 

The whole country groans,

When Rahul is given out.

What an Umpire yaar,

Wrong decision, ‘No Doubt’!

 

Eat cricket, sleep cricket,

And drink cricket too.

Cricket is the Spice of India,

Infact religion for a few.

 

So ‘Chale Chalo’ India,

Get those sixes and fours.

Come back victorious,

With that ‘Ek Cup Aur’!!

 

[ Poem for the World Cup 2003 ]