Remember an innings of 93 by a certain Indian batsman in an ODI against Sri Lanka after a long injury break? That was the first time i dared to write something about Sachin Tendulkar. It will take a less allusive article (and probably a better writer) to elucidate how Sachin not only meant the world to my generation, but how he actually was our world...
Over too soon
The sun was out
When he was in
Like the moon
Its over too soon
Ninety-three
Speaks to me
Like an unfinished symphony
Remember the time?
The dust from the dunes
Its over too soon
Fair weather friends
Make amends
Curse themselves
For following trends
As for us
We don’t say much
Its not even noon
Its over too soon
We were young
When he walked in
But I could have told her
That he would grow older
But then she’d ask
If we could go on
When he was gone
In our cocoon
Its over too soon
When he was in
Like the moon
Its over too soon
Ninety-three
Speaks to me
Like an unfinished symphony
Remember the time?
The dust from the dunes
Its over too soon
Fair weather friends
Make amends
Curse themselves
For following trends
As for us
We don’t say much
Its not even noon
Its over too soon
We were young
When he walked in
But I could have told her
That he would grow older
But then she’d ask
If we could go on
When he was gone
In our cocoon
Its over too soon
1 comment:
Its not a less allusive article, and I'm not a better writer, but if you see Sachin the way I see him, you might like it.
http://tanmaysahay.blogspot.com/2007/03/s.html
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