O’ Lord of Billion Souls

 ~Sachin Tendulkar poetry is my self invented poetry genre. It aims to bring out the nostalgia of sachin’s era. All poems in this genre are made & themed to honor Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.



O’ lord of billion souls,
make silence solve & ruffle up.
I’m hereby read, in most common scrolls.
beseeching your doors, them mighty up.

O’ lord! of twenty-two yards,
I sing with eloquence, a hopeless bard
make heavens hold, where common behold.
allow a breathe,my story be told.

O’ lord! of wooden willow,
break bread to doubts & inspire fellow.
them rhyming chorus,in names of you.
them orchestrate, those prayers for you.


sachin ramesh tendulkar

sachin ramesh tendulkar

O’ lord! of cricketing dawn,
arose a sun & evils be pawned.
I sit to surmise,them portraits you drew.
with a silent soul, when drives you brew.

O’ lord! a most humble man,
a god or mortal, but immortal span.
am a speckle, calling shine of you.
in a billion clustering dime of you.

O’ lord! a man of eternal-era,
make us pronounce, to your wisdom sera.
let us enlighten, be lesser fools.
unravel to world,your golden rules.



-Poem dedicated and with best wishes for Sachin’s autobiography ‘playing it my way’


sachin tendulkar autobiography : playing it my way

sachin tendulkar autobiography : playing it my way

me with sachin sir

me with sachin sir


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amen & godspeed! 🙂

O' Lord of Billion Souls

O’ Lord of Billion Souls

– Vishu Mishra
first draft- 06-11-2014 (~ 5-6 pm)

The Master


Sometimes shall wind such blow,
when memories kindle within then flow
old pages flutter & stow -

when the great one orchestrates,
in arena heaven befalls,
A midget rather not in spirits,
like a master of them all.
like a leader of all souls.

A man of great will & willow.
& fewer his words, them better be.
but sings along the whole world.
bow down to knees some broke.

He so humble, rather not his competence.
like a master of ground green he dictates,
a leader, commanding their very souls.
He the truth, looming afore curtains,
A man ,standing common yet grand.
eloquent herald of sports, now we understand.
A soft-spoken man from India
of honesty, of conduct, & genius is certain.
looming afore golden haze,giant worldly curtains.


As generous rather not to opponents.
Like a tiger ,fierce & intent.
& more the silence better be.
With a heavy wood he commands them.
like a leader of all souls.

when lesser world would remember,
wear back to yards he strolled.
to simulate the bliss then befalled.
A midget,rather not who saw him.
Like a giant among us all.
Like a saint among all souls.
like a
" master "
Master :SRT

Master :SRT