HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAHUL DRAVID ( my poetic dedication )

In 1973,there was a dawn,

11th January was Indian Cricket's morn, 

When a worthy cricketer was born.

Yes, he is none but RAHUL DRAVID

Whose cricket technique was indeed splendid.

Yes he became team India's knight,

Difficult battles he was ready to fight.

The bowlers when saw his sight,

Began wondering about their plight,

Seeing boundaries take their flight.

Yes he is called THE WALL,

For India he did stand tall,

Never letting our hopes fall,

Striking boundaries of many a ball.

He is called CUCUMBER COOL,

One whom no bowler could fool,

His career was a run-filled pool, 

Correct technique was its key tool.

The bowlers were always admonished,

As many runs he replenished.

Till 16 years this player lasted,

His retirement left me flabbergasted.

Yet no Indian can ever forget,

What he made India achieve .

He delivered the BRADMAN ORATION,

For him every Indian stood in ovation.

I wish this gem a HAPPY BIRTHDAY,

In future I wish there is some day,

When I could catch a glimpse of him

And show my respect towards him..

-RICHA GUPTA

My Poem on Rahul Dravid

THANK YOU DRAVID

 

The world knows how priceless was your wicket,

Just as they know that you define cricket.

All across the globe know that one could only earn your wicket.

You played with honesty and credibility,

Projecting clearly your dependibility.

You soaked in pressure and were ready to endure it all,

There is no doubt that you always stood tall,

for your retirement yet makes me gall.

Your contribution is more than indispensible,

For you are and will be the most responsible.

Your fond memories will always last

As you have a history,

While others have a mere past.

Someone today may be called the GOD,

But not greater than you,LORD OF LORDS.

You are the reason I ever saw cricket,

Cherished every moment till you stood by your wicket.

These mere words can never project the depth of my views,

But remember, no one can ever fill your shoes.

Your records always made great news,

And you are loved by more than a few

No matter how long you stood at the crease,

Your worshippers will never ever decrease.

Your descriptions need not be vivid,

As your techniques were more than splendid.

You are called the technician of cricket,

But you altered my life and its every bit.

I cannot describe how thankful I am 

As you inculcated patience and determination in me, JAM!

I WORSHIP you and am a fanatic,

As your flamboyance was never erratic.

Your every strike is simply magnificant,

I wonder how can someone be so consistent?

You have given cricket a class

And inspired not just me,but a huge mass.

How I wish I ever met you,

And got a chance to personally thank you.

-RICHA GUPTA