Striving towards Excellence

-Karthik Gurumurthy

During the lockdown, one of my favorite things to check out is Ashwin's channel.  I love the way he shines the light on other people and asks very interesting questions. Today is Ashwin's Birthday.  Wishing Ravichandran Ashwin a phenomenal Birthday. May all his dreams and goals come true. This is a poem to our pride of India/Tamilnadu/Chennai.

The fingers twist, the wrist it flicks,
A web he weaves, on pitches slick.
Ashwin, the artist, spins his tale,
With guile and magic, wickets fall.

The carrom ball, a devil's flight,
Dip and turn, defying sight.
The doosra darts, a serpent's hiss,
Bamboozling batsmen, caught in this.

He weaves his spells, both slow and tight,
Catches dance in fading light.
Appeals ring out, a finger raised,
Umpire's nod, the batsman dazed.

From Chennai streets, his rise began,
A prodigy, with cunning plan.
Test arenas his battleground,
Where giants fall, his name resounds.

Not just with spin, his bat speaks too,
Crucial runs, when skies turn blue.
A leader wise, his voice is heard,
Tactics shared, each victory stirred.

Some may scoff, some sing his praise,
But none deny, his skill amazes.
So raise a glass, to Ashwin's art,
The maestro's magic, steals the heart.

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