Dearest master blaster, you can never be tired, <br />When first by your bat nation mesmerized, <br />That beauty still in your strokes galvanized, <br />Shaken by your thunders white man’s pride. <br /> <br />That wondered double hundred turned, <br />The yellow autumn, into joyous hold, <br />Like priciest perfumes, in scorching June sprayed <br />And still see you as fresh as new bride arrayed. <br /> <br />Magical strokes flutter from jeweled pair of hand, <br />Choicest out from the towering figures and no stop deemed, <br />Your gracious hue reduced the pain national in stand <br />But still failed to cool down your run passion wild. <br /> <br />Pray to God, this humble great son of this sand, <br />Blessed by Bharat Ratna of this holy land. <br /> <br /> <br />FROM: <br />DR. YOGESH SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bharat-ratna-sachin-tendulkar/
