15th November -1989 , a boyish look descended on this 22 yards
Broken nose, lofted Qadir, World knew something special on the card
That backfoot punch , oh those glorious straight drives.
We don’t remember when you became part of our lives.
Desert stormed , Chepauk cried , Centurion roared , Wankhede's war-cry .
Sachin sachin is all we knew , you’re silver lining in the dark sky .
Inspiration you , hope you , confidence you , passion you , patience is you .
Best of our childhood memories are not the toys but is watching you.
Today you walked out of the ropes , billions cried with a very heavy heart.
Master bowed out of the game, one that will miss him the most ,is this “ 22 Yards”.
Abhishek , Master's fan
