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Celebrating the beauty of VVS!

He’s no God like Sachin, neither is ‘Wall’ his sobriquet

He doesn’t whack them a mile like Sehwag or Ganguly.

He just comes in with a resolve and soaks in the pressure

Where others would succumb to panic, he thrives beautifully.

 

When the team is sinking, his steely nerves bring them to shore

He kisses the tension in the air away with his assuring presence.

When the gods turn away, VVS emerges – serene and tough

And clears up the mess with divine grace and elegance!

 

When his bat swivels below his magical wrists, its pure bliss!

The cherry caresses the grass and dances towards the fence.

Like a stroke of an artist’s brush that just painted a perfect arc.

And with his own people, the enemy’s admiration you can sense.

 

He doesn’t evoke fear, excitement, anxiety or frustration

He doesn’t pump his fists in the air, doesn’t snarl or stare.

You either see the calmness or a bright smile on his face.

He’s a stern fighter with no arrogance – a quality so rare!

 

They say he’s ‘Very, Very Special’, which he indeed is.

In the country of demigods he’s a man that makes god proud.

He’s not worshipped by sponsors, doesn’t earn big bucks,

But he owns a bigger treasure – Respect from all in the crowd.

 

The Aussies ***** feared the world over, swear by his name,

For, he crushes their strong might with his class and sublimity.

Their killer-instinct turns into shivers when they see him walk out

Their razor-sharp words get blunted by his poise and humility.

 

VVS epitomizes romance. No wonder he loves the Eden Gardens!

Where the ‘Lord’s’ of Indian Cricket reside, is his fortress.

When he bats, you just surrender your senses to his splendour,

The twirl of his hypnotic wrists can bust your biggest stress.

 

The world seems a better place when you watch VVS on song.

Even time stops to admire his delicate flick that goes fine.

And as you lose yourself in his determined yet soft eyes,

You find yourself sitting in heaven, enjoying a glass of wine!

 

Selflessness is his middle name; there is no 'I' in the word 'Team,'

The hardest job that no one wants, he will do for his team.

I’m blessed to have experienced the beauty of VVS…

The skill of his splendid batting and the purity of his beam!!!

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shirin-sadikot
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Oct 9, 2010
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An ode to the magician of wrists, the unheralded legend of Indian Cricket - VVS LAXMAN!!!

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