An Ode to Virat Kohli: The King's Reign

In the hallowed grounds where legends tread,

Where willow meets leather, where history is wed

To the hearts of millions, across a nation wide,

Stood a warrior named Kohli, with unwavering pride.

From Delhi's streets to cricket's grandest stage,

His journey penned in glory through the ages.

With technique so pristine and spirit aflame,

Each boundary and century etched his name.

The cover drive—a stroke of pure perfection,

A sight that stirred the soul to deep affection.

The way he chased, when targets loomed so tall,

Made believers of us all, both great and small.

In whites and blues, the King would take his throne,

His bat a sceptre, the pitch a realm his own.

From Adelaide to Lord's, from Wankhede to The Oval,

His passion for the game remained unrivalled, total.

Not just in triumph did his greatness shine,

But in moments of defeat, with grace divine.

The aggression tempered with respect so rare,

A modern master beyond compare.

The records fell, like autumn leaves they tumbled,

Yet never was his fierce ambition humbled.

Ten thousand runs, a hundred centuries near,

Each milestone passed with determination clear.

Remember Melbourne, remember Mohali,

Remember how he'd fight, our beloved Kohli.

The way he'd stare, the way he'd celebrate,

The way he'd turn the match, it was his fate.

From captain to leader, he showed the way,

Fitness, focus, fire—day after day.

He shaped a team in his determined image,

Leaving a legacy beyond mere scrimmage.

And now the bat is laid, the gloves at rest,

The King steps down, having given his best.

But legends never fade, they only grow,I

n tales recounted where cricket's passions flow.