there he goes ,
chanted as the legend ,
written on the pitches of the field .
on grass or the dust ,
where it touched his forehead or his feet.
on the hearts of the human,
not the nation or the breed.
riding cricket from too long ,
left his wooden armor,
like singing moan in the peace...
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
there he goes ,
chanted as the legend ,
written on the pitches of the field .
on grass or the dust ,
where it touched his forehead or his feet.
on the hearts of the human,
not the nation or the breed.
riding cricket from too long ,
left his wooden armor,
like singing moan in the peace...
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