All questioned his ability
But he believed in his capability
After all he is Captain Cool
No fool
He has that never say die attitude
We Indians should pay him a tribute
For bringing back World Cup
After 28 years of buildup
Not once but twice
A Champions Trophy to be precise
From those long hair to Mohawk
Even Greek Gods get a shock
He regards 7 as his lucky number
He is as cool as a cucumber
Be it his power packed cricket
Or lighting fast speed between and behind the wicket
There is a reason why speed is measured in Ms
Even Usian Bolt gets a complex
His very own batting innovation
Makes him the heartbeat of an entire nation
He is best known for his supreme Captaincy
And on field decency
His thumping drives and that HELICOPTER SHOT
For that and all I LOVE HIM a lot.
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A very touching and sweet ode to MSD....Good Job! !