Behind the stumps, with eyes as perfect as of hawk and lightning fast hands, you turn into nightmares for batsmen who step off. For the crease that always belonged to the batsmen, you proved that not only that crease rather the whole pitch is all yours. When you hold the bat, and roll your eyes the unorthodox style of yours excites the cheering stands, sweats the legs in the outfield. Your sharp witty decisions both on & off the field, defines the leader in you your sportsmanship, classy personality and your presence of mind. Your dedication towards the nation, justifies you the master of the game, That soft smile on your face says it all a team player you were always, You never played for your numbers, and never ever for the fame. YOU MIGHT RETIRE FROM THE GAME, BUT YOU WILL NEVER RETIRE FROM OUR HEARTS. Here's a sweet little poetry for you: Behind the stumps, with eyes as perfect as of hawk and lightning fast hands, you turn into nightmares for batsmen who step off.