Sachin Tendulkar - a Poetic Tribute

24 years between 22 yards, Records being made like palace of cards, He is one who breathes cricket, A player,whom no opponent can hate. He plays cricket only,thinks everyone... But playing with nos. Is his real fun.. His achievements are his identity, He's a true legend in reality. 663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir, He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR.. Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia, Most times news,was he for media. Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground, Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found. Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born. That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn. Family supportive,start training at 11, His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven.. On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat, At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat. May start was bad,but determination was atmost, Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast. Then fours and six and runs and records. Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud.. Time was departing,so were players, But immotile as hill,he was there, WHat he cannot do was unanswerable, His story in future become fable. Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him, But wrinkles in his performance was never seen.. Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts. He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part.. Father's wish was to be a good human, Now every father want such son. Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?" May height so small but deed so enlarge.. But every good thing comes to an end, And so does when our legend descends. With brim on head,tricolour in hand. Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand... Make everyone happy when he bats, Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats.. The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10...... This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when??? In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin" Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win" The ladder he climbed,no one can reached, Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!