"The Gentleman's Blade"
The Gentleman's Blade For Kane Williamson In whites, in blues, in fiery black, With willow calm, he takes attack. Be it five days or just twenty overs, He plays the game like silent thunder. A poet’s touch, a thinker’s pace, Across all formats, he brings grace. He stands apart in this great sport, A man of class, of quiet sort. And though the world may shout and cheer, He lets his silence draw them near. His blade, a brush, his shots, like a art, He plays the field with patient heart. No flash, no rage, no need to boast, Yet often he delivers most. He’s the player none can bring to spite, The calmest soul beneath the light. No borders hold the love he's earned, From every fan, respect is returned. A true gentleman, pure and wide, With grace that cuts through every side. I’ve long admired Dhoni's reign, The calm, the mind, the fire restrained. But after him, it's Kane I see, Reflecting all I wish to be. In Kane I find that same pure thread, A leader, calm in wha...
