Ode to the master-spinner and / or the nervous eleventh
Friday, July 23, 2010
Posted by Janitha Rukmal at 11:59 AMThe decision was yours
To gently retire
From your celebrated foothold
In the "gentlemen's sport";
Your eight-hundredth wonder
Made your mark
to glow in gold
In the ancient scrolls of imperial sport.
We shan't forget
The way you bore
The vicious stare of Darrell Hair
So quietly and gently, once upon a time.
Your innocent and affable smile
remained the same
in times of joy and merriment
as well as in times of bewilderment
These lines shan't be an elegy
For retired Murali
Who still smiles
in our test-cricket dream.
Being the constant eleventh
In the batting lineup
Your magic wrist made for spinning
Worked nervous wonders
You invented,
Your own fours and sixes
To save our souls
In nearly lost battles.
Despite the bars of ethnicity
Every Sri Lankan cricket fan
Loved you, adored you
and Ignored your nationality.
And that's how in a way
You made the bridge of piece
Among the quarreling nations
At least in cricket.
So let me crown thee
The sporty emblem
of peace and harmony
in the purl of east, the rising miracle of Asia.
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2 comments:
Keep it bro... :)
A true hero bro!.Not like the cardboard ones..humble and calm..Great work janith
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