Poem of Sachin...

Jersey No.10.

Some call him master,

Some see him as disaster.

Some call him blaster,

And some see him as crafter,

For me he is best part of any squad,

And I see him as a God,

He is on the top,

And his thunder no one can stop.

Five fours in a row,

Even foe,

Give a bow.

He gave us millions of moments,

Even can’t be forget by opponents.

Can relate our life with his innings,

With all feelings.

In Sharjah, I saw him First time,

And sang hymn.

The days changed,
 

The players changed,

But one,
 

The only one thing remain unchanged,

Those shots,

Those knocks,

Where from divine.

Millions of words,

Are not even one thirds?