Rahul Dravid

Great careers are not shaped by hopes, No one like him to fill easily the loopholes; The gladiatorial spark which he spread, Under Tendulkar's shine it got fade; Mr. Dravid a classical batsmen's epitome, His generosity here and there roam; You will always like him on greenery when India 20/4, With Steyn,Anderson and Martin fearlessly roar; His defence never failed either it is hot or cold, He never had been fierce like Gayle's mould; The wall with 24,208 bricks and 209 tiles, Unfolds his journey to Cricket miles by miles; Cricket is a religion in India and Tendulkar is God, He might be somewhere in the ministry of lord; No one can create another Dravid, It takes 16 years of hard cricket to be so vivid; He was most brutally used by captains, Sometimes wicketkeeping,sometimes opening anything for the emblem; Numbers,numerals never gave him favour, Neither he was a great gambler; Always cheerful to play the superballs over wind breeze, Creating some of them into symphony whenever on crease; With Sehwag,Tendulkar and Ganguly he made great partnerships, But it was something special with Laxman whenever Aussies gave hardships; The spark of the traditionalism which he gave in modern era, Spread the flint of 70-80's cricket vierra; The silent achiever and steady hunter, The voracious reader and impeccable learner; The longevity of facing most no. of deliveries glorifies his patience, Always eager to learn from from senior any lesson; This is the story of my favourite cricketer, Rahul Dravid ,my hero,Mr.Cool,Mr.Dependable; You will be missed by million hearts, A mode of inspiration for me by creating a legendary benchmark.