𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬

ʀᴏʜɪᴛ ꜱʜᴀʀᴍᴀ: ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴄᴇ

Rohit Sharma, the Hitman potent,
With a bat that makes fans content,
He strides to the crease with confidence bold,
His batting prowess never grows old.

Born in Nagpur, a city so fine,
Where young Rohit first learned to shine,
With dreams of glory in his eyes,
He worked hard and reached the skies.

A talent so pure, it couldn't be denied,
Rohit's passion for the game never died,
From playing in gully cricket game,
To representing India with fame.

His journey to the top was not so smooth,
But with determination, he found his groove,
His elegance with the bat, a sight to behold,
As he made bowlers quiver and fold.

Rohit's style is a mix of grace and power,
His pull shots , a delight to devour,
With wrists of steel and eyes so keen,
He plays each shot like a cricketing machine.

His records speak volumes of his skill,
As he continues to climb every hill,
Three Double centuries in ODI's he has scored,
His hunger for runs can never be ignored.

Captaincy came calling, and Rohit took charge,
Leading his team with wisdom so large,
Under his leadership, India soared high,
Winning matches with a glint in the eye.

In T20 games, he's a true maestro,
Guiding his team to victory with a glow,
His presence on the field like a beacon,
Rohit Sharma, the star batsman we reckon.

Off the field, he's a family man,
With his wife and daughter, his biggest fan,
A humble soul, grounded and true,
Rohit's values are clear through and through.

As we celebrate this cricketing legend,
Let's cherish every moment spent watchin',
Rohit Sharma, a talent so rare,
In the cricketing world, beyond compare.

So here's to Rohit, the man of the hour,
With a bat in hand, he wields his power,
A true inspiration for one and all,
Rohit Sharma, we'll forever stand tall.

[To the man I admire the most 🫶]

~Garima♡