This poem captures my intense emotions as I come to terms with a beloved Virat Kohli's last T20 World Cup. It reflects my admiration and anger, nostalgia and grief, as I think about the Virat Kohli's impact on my life over the years. Each verse expr...
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Calmly you said this was my last T20 world cup Only to make my lungs scream shut the fuck up Looting all my admiration for years but angst now Then you also fulfilled those unsaid promises & vows - - Always an alpha to stay rigid against the outside noise Isn't the story same for my begging and crying voice Wait can I bribe you with chole bhature from ram Nah my king you got other two formats to slam -
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You told us to be prepared mentally for anything But you are my childhood love and not just a fling Mark open legged stance down at 3 to tackle pace Stay longer my wrong footed inswinging menace - - After decade long spree I feel horror but not thrill As like the first rest two wicket might fall as well Thanks for returning back my long-lost fear And leaving me shattered now & crumbling forever.
