Shane was the God of spin
But the death, he could not win
Without him, cricket history is a dustbin
Legends don’t die
Style more than any movie hero
Most of the batsman stopped at zero
Even after being bowled out by him, no one felt sorrow
Legends don’t die
An eternal lover boy chasing love
His Spin beating even the best wicketkeeper’s glove
Warne is a sports god sort of
Legends don’t die
So fond of drinking
In Pub he stopped Thinking
Scandals by him Newspaper loved printing
Legends don’t die
First to claim 700 wicket
Always ensuring a full return for the audience’s ticket
Many hubbies ensuring his presence in TV Room a total prohibit
Legends don’t die
Bleached hair, stud earrings, and surfing
Grace even in 50-degree preserving
All attention he got was fully deserving
Legends don’t die
Master of Leg spin art
Be it Gaba, Melbourne, or Hobart
In every win, Shane always had the biggest part
Legends don’t die
God call legends back fast
His three kids are aghast
They loved him so much even at his worst
Legends don’t die
Cricket will never get another Shane
Millions of fans are in deep Pain
From watching cricket I may forever abstain
For my legend who died