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Empyreal

Once a supra-constitutional emperor, Gavaskar,
Ruled India, her upper and nether.
Such was the arc of his blade,
That cannons hurling balls hell-made
At his kingdom, wilted limp as grass
Caribbean, Australian or English raised.

Countless projectiles he aimed
Through enemy covers, travelled
Far beyond the fence, entering space…
Where they spread the opening message
Of his country’s soul-lifting ingeniousness.

Fans dance like radiowaves
Still, when playing their own tunes
With willows… full of
Little-masterful rembrances.

– Bolbul

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