It was a river flowing through your bat.
The river had its origin in your bat and the boundary rope was the ocean where it ended.
The doze of joy doubled
and kissed the lips of 200% milestone.
The river was deep enough to drown all the past records.
The river was not linear.
It was flowing in this direction,
it was flowing in that direction,
it was flowing in all the corners
wetting almost everyone sitting on its bank.
The river,
if you wish to compare it with another river,
can be compared with the Amazon.
It was as curvy,
as wildish,
as broad,
as lethal.
It was a river.
It was 'what a river!'
(a poem(?) written when i was in trance after watching Sachin Tendulkar's double hundred in ODI against South Africa at Gwalior on 24-2-2010)
-RR KIRAN JOSHI
Hi!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the novel way of perceiving river.Nice compo.Happy for the creative exploration of river.
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great compo kiran bhai what an attachment made with the real situation. wow.
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