O Tiger! My Tiger!
Hindustan Times
Cricket is not just about wickets and runs
It's really about the mind and the fun
If you care to mark its mirth and guile
Take a look at Pataudi's princely style
Born a Nawab, yonder Delhi's border
A captain he was of the highest order
Led the nation to win in an age of defeats
(We shall not dwell much on off-field feats)
A lover of music and things beauteous
A star wife to match his ways courteous
Spanked many a ball in one-eyed flourish
A knee-down cover-drive did many runs nourish
In a world stacked with too much pace,
He changed Team India's slothful face
Heralded an era of magical spin
Off they went to turn the ball — and win
Fast women and fast balls, both he could strike
The Tiger earned his stripes any which way you like
Much laurels to his country this man did bring
Not the least of them his Bollywood offspring.
Adieu captain, among the best we had
A gentleman among princes with the charm of a lad
You called a spade a shovel in the Age of the Fixer
We wish you'd hit the Board for a Sixer!
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