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Peace is when time doesn’t matter as it passes by - Maria Schell

That summer day, at the mecca of cricket; A thin young man, walked to the wicket.

Soon, to capture a nation’s imagination; With his patience, ethics and concentration.

Influenced by him, we built on our game; Trying hard to be his shadow, if not the same.

Imbibed passion, deep into our bones; Showed how to leave no unturned stones.

The best in art of mental disintegration; Of bowlers with all levels of preparation.

No one could ever, get his wickets to fall; Soon we all knew who is The Wall.

The epic Kolkata ton, batting all day; The winning shot at Adelaide.

So many memories, many lessons learnt; On how to battle hard, still, not be burnt.

Perfect team player, what hasn’t he done? Showed preparation, is battle half won.

Off the field too, a perfect gentleman; Setting the best example, whenever he can.

Lucky to watch the wall built brick by brick; Learning hard work, the best possible trick.

There might not be another Tendulkar; Even harder to see another wall, forever.

It’s another day, not the only one,

For from the many memories, fresh or lost,

To write about the women we’ve known,

For shaping our lives, right from the start.

The first love, the mother of our existence;

A friend to share our bliss and pain.

The sister to play with, have silly fights;

A companion forever, to fall in love again.

So many faces, in so many phases;

Inspiring all, in more than one way.

Let’s remember all, forever and always,

Just like we do… today.

I stand alone, holding on; Hoping someday, you’ll come along.

கனவில் உன் நினைவுகள், என்னை கொள்ளாமல் கொள்ள

தூக்கம் அது கலைந்ததும் நெஞ்சம் அதையே ஏங்க

மறைந்த கனவில் நாம் பழகிய அந்த நிமிடங்கள்

மறையவே வழி இல்லை, இது வரமா சாபமா?