Imran Is The Tide

The waves rushed onto the beach,
The tide came, then ebbed away,
It rattled the stones on its recess,
And ‘Imran Khan’ it seemed to say.

‘Imran Khan’ as the water seeped,
Into every grain of England’s play,
‘Imran Khan’ the name, the face,
Of every session, every day.

Gower’s resistance graceful,
Botham’s was more in his way,
As Headingley was Imran Khan’s
To Headingley’s dismay.

Then England won a classic match,
That trickled to a final day,
And all who witnessed Imran Khan,
Had seen a modern master play.

The waves rushed onto the beach,
The tide came, then ebbed away,
It rattled the stones on its recess,
And ‘Imran Khan’ it seemed to say.

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