Sachin’s 100th Hundred (Age group 40-45)

Out of bursting energy you started cricket;

Maybe cricket started you.

Whatever it maybe !

Out of hard work and grit, you could score 99 centuries;

But the next one belongs to we people.

The millions and the billions.

 

Your hundredth hundred;

Result of our constant advise, critics and prayers.

No nails were left on the thumb and the first fingers;

Tons of nails shredded on your centuries.

 

By watching cricket on television, we billions of experts;

Taught you the right ways to play an on-drive shot.

Not that we know how to play an on-drive shot.

No nails were left on the thumb and the first fingers.

Tons of nails shredded on your centuries.

 

Rhythmic chants “Sachin Sachin…”

The one we started in 1989, with your jumping walk;

We put pressure on Azza; we put pressure on Saurav.

We put pressure on Dravid; we put pressure on Laxman.

Gavaskar said : “They passed our pressure test and fired all the cylinders.”

He must be true.

 

Pressure on bowlers; pressure on opposition;

You never knew, the pressure was on them.

Some of them lost it out too fast.

All that pressure cookers fired back on you;

Tons of text about Sachin-pressure in the media;

It was our carol song “Sachin Sachin.”

Apologies on shredded nails.

 

New-gen exuberance walked in; yet the enigma continued;

“Sachin;  Sachin”

Yuvraj and Dhoni never fell in our enigmatic Sachin chants,

Virat and Rohit followed the new normal;

Take 99 memories with you, but the 100th one is ours;

The people of India, forever and ever.

The Farmer (Age group 10-15)

The seed never walks into the paddy field.

Farmers sprays them all;

Seeds scattered but never shattered;

Many sowed in the fertile land;

Never ever confused; farmer watered them all;

At times the weeds undesirable;

At times the weeds desirable;

Never ever confused farmer watered them all.

Hope of farmers is the rope of life.

The one who sowed, can’t eat them all;

Hope of farmers is the rope of life.

The one who carry, can’t eat them all;

Hope of sellers is the life of farmers.

The one who eat can’t sow them all.

For the rich and the poor men;

The final hope is on the farmers.

Big Temples Big Churches (All age groups)

Temples and Churches the rich men’s hope.

Clubs and casinos the rich men’s hope.

Big temples and big churches;

Big hopes and big reliefs;

 

Land and ocean, the poor men’s hope;

Fields and rivers, yet another hope.

In the middle of violent winds and violent rains;

Hope of rainbow, the poor men’s hope.

Lost Nation (All age groups)

Your lost nation is a hell.

You don’t go back to a hell.

The nation you won in a war is a heaven.

You enter the heaven in a royal chariot.

New nation. New Borders. New people.

They frown at you “What the hell?”

The heaven you entered; the hell of many;

Your last hell was heaven for many.

The lost heaven is hell for some.

The lost hell is heaven for some.

Someone said : "Lost heaven was always heaven."

Someone said : "Lost hell was always hell."

Have you seen the lost ones?

Someone said: “Lost one’s hell; a unique heaven.”

Between the hell and heaven; always an expedition.

A journey of restitution;

Destination; the heaven for many.

A terminal; never the heaven I know;

But the nature you lost; not the same nature.

Heal the wounds; a journey of restitution never ends;