In their heroic valour against the mighty Australians, India in the World T20 ‘quarter-final’ were a poetry in motion and deserve a paean of praise.
Rohit Sharma: And those that stood before the tavern shouted open then this door
You know how little time I have to tarry and once departed may return no more.
Shikhar Dhawan: We look before and after and pine for what is not
Our sincerest support with some pain is fraught.
Our sweetest songs are those which tell of saddest thought.
Virat Kohli: And out spake brave Kohli the captain of the gate
To Ev’ry man upon this earth comes challenge soon or late
And how can Man play better
Facing fearful odds
Than for the glory of his nation
And the temple of his Gods.
Suresh Raina: And though the sign says ‘do not pluck these blossoms,’
it is useless against the wind for the wind cannot read.
Yuvraj: We do not know how the day shall end
Suffice it to say the day shall end
And if we should not meet again
This parting was well made.
MS Dhoni: When you climb into your bed tonight
And lie upon your cot
Remember and never let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief, shining moment
There was a Camelot.
Ravindra Jadeja: The way to get the best from a victory
Is to make a little slice of history
By doing it again and sans fetter
Doing the next one better
That’s my call
Make this one look so small.
Hardik Pandya: Douglas MacArthur said: Unless you are prepared to seek the victory there is no point entering the war.
Let the word go forth from this time and place
With humility and grace
That the torch has been passed to a new generation of players
Neither yesmen nor naysayers.
Ashwin: There is something about wearing blue:
The kind of blue that startles you every time they're lifted in your direction,
The kind of blue that makes you ache for them to look at you again.
Not the blue green or blue gray, the blue that's just blue.
Is that not so very true.
Jasprit Bumrah: The bowler approached the wicket at a lope, a trot, and then a run.
He knew he had a job that had to be done
He suddenly exploded in a flurry of arms and legs, out of which flew a ball
And at the end of it a boy stood tall.
Ashish Nehra: Cricket to us was more than play begun
It was a worship in the summer sun.
Age did not wither me
Nor custom stale my infinite variety
For the lovers of the game;
Ahhh, fill the Cup
What boots it to repeat
That time is slipping underneath our feet
Unborn tomorrow and dead yesterday
If today be sweet.