When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the target you are chasing seems all up hill,
When the chances are low and stakes are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Relax, VVS Laxman comes out to bat.
Cricket is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When you might have won had you stuck it out,
Laxman never gave up, though the pace seemed slow,
More often than not, he succeeded with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
But not our very own man, VVS Laxman,
He turned it on & won the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit—
VVS laxman embodied the spirit best.
'Let me entertain you', Laxman specials always arrived when rest had quit, hence my lame attempt inspired by the Don't Quit
poem
Words don't do justice to the beauty of his batting, so I had refrained from writing about him all the while.
Farewell, to my all time favorite cricketer.
