poem on sachin

Bowlers get tired, but only their calories burnSachin never keeps anything with him, as he always returnA dream player, who plays like a god of supremeHe took the game of cricket to a place of an extremeOur country feels proud being sachin is an Indianhe plays for the sake of team, he is our country’s guardian He scatters the hopes of opposition with his big knocksHe may be any bowler, with his variety of bowling he put locksHis talent is deeper than an ocean, the fans are plenty...Bowler maidens and wickets column always go empty…Cricket is his passion, from the bat of MRF runs flow out of no compassionAbove lines may be Bad/Average or good, pulled out my pen and rhymed it in fashion.To write poems one no need to be beautiful, cute or smartJust he should have clear mind and a pure heart