In fields where silence meets the roar,
Legends walked and legends soar.
With bat and ball, they wrote their fate,
Each stroke and spell would captivate.
Sir Don Bradman, name of grace,
A run machine none could replace.
With average near a hundred’s peak,
A genius words could barely speak.
Kapil Dev, with fire and flair,
Brought the World Cup home with care.
A warrior with bat and seam,
He turned the tide, he built a dream.
Sachin Tendulkar, God of play,
Lit up hearts in every way.
Master Blaster, pure and true,
Records fell like morning dew.
Brian Lara, flair divine,
Double, triple centuries shine.
With dancing blade and velvet touch,
He made bowlers fear so much.
Muttiah Muralitharan’s spinning might,
Turned calm days into stormy nights.
800 wickets—none surpassed,
A twirling sorcerer unsurpassed.
Shane Warne, the king of spin,
With wily wrists, he’d always win.
His flipper, googly, leg-break art,
Left many stunned, broke many hearts.
Jacques Kallis, solid wall,
Bat and ball—he did it all.
South Africa’s trusted knight,
Anchoring games from dawn to night.
Ricky Ponting, fierce and bold,
With winning spirit, pure and gold.
Pulled and drove with ruthless glee,
A captain born for victory.
Wasim Akram, the Sultan swing,
Made the red ball dance and sing.
A toe-crusher, reverse king,
Pakistan’s fast-bowling spring.
Waqar Younis, yorker’s king,
Let the stumps in silence ring.
Lightning fast with deadly aim,
Struck fear in every batsman’s name.
Virat Kohli, modern fire,
Built from grit and fierce desire.
Chases shine when he’s on stage,
A warrior in this golden age.
MS Dhoni, calm and cool,
Made last overs his own rule.
A finisher, a sharp mind,
In every test, he’d strength find.
Steve Smith, the unorthodox,
Still piles runs like ticking clocks.
His bat may dance, his scores don’t lie,
A genius with a steady eye.
Kane Williamson, gentle might,
A craftsman of the batting light.
With grace he paints the score with style,
In silence, he runs every mile.
Ben Stokes, the lion’s flame,
Rose in trials, earned his name.
With bat or ball or brilliant field,
His heart refused to ever yield.
AB de Villiers, 360° magic,
Innovation that’s never tragic.
Shot with flair from every side,
He played like time itself had died.
Rahul Dravid, the Wall so grand,
With steady mind and patient hand.
He stood when others fell apart,
A sculptor of the purest art.
Anil Kumble, brave and bold,
Took ten in innings, story told.
With grit and spin, he fought his war,
And left his name on cricket’s core.
Allan Border, Aussie spine,
Led with steel, through every line.
Brought back pride, restored the flame,
A titan of the captain’s game.
Imran Khan, with tiger’s eyes,
Lifted his team to the highest skies.
A leader born with noble aim,
He changed both fate and cricket’s name.
Javed Miandad, mind so keen,
His street-smart game, always seen.
With guts he played and always dared,
A fighter’s soul, never scared.
Inzamam-ul-Haq, calm in storm,
With wristy grace and power form.
When runs were scarce, he’d stand tall,
A gentle giant, loved by all.
Adam Gilchrist, lightning fast,
Made wicketkeeping a thrilling blast.
Sixes flew with sound and might,
He turned dull days into delight.
Glenn McGrath, line and length,
Destroyed with calm and subtle strength.
Accuracy was his deadly charm,
He’d do his work with no alarm.
Courtney Walsh and Ambrose Curtly,
Paced like thunder, hit quite curtly.
Caribbean fire in bowling form,
Rattled stumps like a coming storm.
Chris Gayle, the Universe Boss,
With bat like sword, he showed who’s boss.
Boundaries came with each loud beat,
His dance was rhythm, bold and sweet.
Yuvraj Singh, six in row,
In moments big, he’d always glow.
Battled pain, returned with fire,
A phoenix rising ever higher.
Sourav Ganguly, Prince of East,
Woke India’s giant from the least.
Taught to win with chest held high,
Changed how India touched the sky.
Rohit Sharma, Hitman pride,
Opens up like a rising tide.
Double tons just seem so light,
He turns tough games into delight.
Babar Azam, new age charm,
With balance, poise, and batting calm.
He climbs the ranks with growing fame,
And carves his path in cricket’s name.
Joe Root, classic, old-school way,
Still makes the bowlers rue their day.
His bat like brush, a painter’s hand,
Draws centuries in every land.
Jasprit Bumrah, pace unique,
That toe-smashing, deadly streak.
With angled arms and searing spell,
He casts a very special spell.
From Richards to Dhawan, Hayden to Dravid,
All gave the game what none could bid.
Legends rise and legends fade,
But cricket’s light they always made.
So here’s to those with bat and ball,
Who gave their blood, who gave their all.
Their legacy, forever sung,
In every pitch, their names are hung.