There were his trade-mark shots and shots so rare,
And there sure was that million-dollar swing,
And rarer still that invincible air,
The way the prince posed to pronounce him king.
Not just the rival ranks he did challenge,
The players and spectators alike there,
The spectrum of shots when spanned rainbow’s range,
Such was his flourish and devilish dare.

Yet, oft when he’s backed to climb Everest,
He labours hard to tackle a hillock,
Waxing, waning as if at moon’s behest,
To make all wait months for a mighty knock;
But prince Yuvraj demolished Raj that day,
Keeping that impostor in him at bay.
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The poem talks about an ODI against England (defeated by 158 runs) .
Yuvraj was not-out with 138 in 78 balls. Yet, it was less the score than
the way he played.
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- Happenings | 25.11.08 |

Aniruddha Pathak

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