Ode to Muthiah Muralitharan

We don’t deep fry our crickets like in parts of Vietnam, we Make men with defective joints, Into a fanfare, a circus. How 800 test Scalps, is no small feat, As a smiling assassin, surpasses Crazy Horse, in counts and statistics. Cricket, needed a universal hero And that man who owned A Jam factory, made…

Where Have All The Heroes Gone?

There are fall-guys, as rare as pearls, When scapegoat, is just a foolish heart, Searching for bravery, to counter a world  That is famished of heroism. Supermen are wanted, The poster-boys playing a different tune, One of unflinching fear, who rally The people to riot against the maleficent, The hurricanes that are brewed, By the…

Hero

Look at that little star in the sky, Stellar and flickering, Just like a hero is, a little more twinkle A little more substance than the ordinary fellow, And in this modern day story Of unsung men and women, who battle Against the very tide that tries to sink These knights in shining armor, While…