Bharat Ratna – Sachin Tendulkar

Dearest master blaster, you can never be tired,
When first by your bat nation mesmerized,
That beauty still in your strokes galvanized,
Shaken by your thunders white man’s pride.

That wondered double hundred turned,
The yellow autumn, into joyous hold,
Like priciest perfumes, in scorching June sprayed
And still see you as fresh as new bride arrayed.

Magical strokes flutter from jeweled pair of hand,
Choicest out from the towering figures and no stop deemed,
Your gracious hue reduced the pain national in stand
But still failed to cool down your run passion wild.

Pray to God, this humble great son of this sand,
Blessed by Bharat Ratna of this holy land.

FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA