"The Art of the Seam" ft. Bhuvneshwar Kumar
"The Art of the Seam" He walks in quiet, calm and light, No drama, no fire, just pure delight. With ball in hand, he starts his run, And that’s when magic has begun. From dusty nets in Meerut town, To cricket’s grandest, golden crown, He carved a path both still and steep, Where swing can wake a game from sleep. His action smooth, like flowing stream, A bowler's grace, a dreamer’s dream. No wasted move, no sudden fight Just rhythm, timing, pure and right. They call him poetry in motion, A swing king with silent devotion. The seam obeys, the air it bends, And batsmen hope, but rarely fend. He doesn't shout, he doesn't glare, He just lets the ball dance in the air. An outswing tease, an inswing kiss Each delivery, a quiet bliss. From small-town roots to world stage fire, ...