Little master


Little master who is blaster
Left his coat
Leaving everything aboard
Now retired
Becoz he became tired
Always playing cricket
And rolling up the wricket
Liked by all
A flower that nurtures it's ways
and follow the sun rays,
And is liked by the tourists
in many ways.
Sachin is like that
Scoring everything on his bat
Sachin! Sachin! Sachin!
Everytime people are glad to watch him
Everyone likes to be sachin
Who is a true worthy within
But now we will miss the radium;
Because sachin is not in the stadium.

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