There were his trade-mark shots and shots so rare, <br />And there sure was that million-dollar swing, <br />And rarer still that invincible air, <br />The way the prince posed to pronounce him king. <br />Not just the rival ranks he did challenge, <br />The players and spectators alike there, <br />The spectrum of shots when spanned rainbow’s range, <br />Such was his flourish and devilish dare. <br /> <br />Yet, oft when he’s backed to climb Everest, <br />He labours hard to tackle a hillock, <br />Waxing, waning as if at moon’s behest, <br />To make all wait months for a mighty knock; <br /> But prince Yuvraj demolished Raj that day, <br /> Keeping that impostor in him at bay. <br />______________________________________________________________ <br />The poem talks about an ODI against England (defeated by 158 runs) . <br />Yuvraj was not-out with 138 in 78 balls. Yet, it was less the score than <br />the way he played. <br />__________________________________________________________________________ <br /> - Happenings | 25.11.08 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-keep-the-impostor-away/
