A song for Saina
Our own Hyderabad gal
Was up against the Great Wall
She did try hard, our Saina
To beat the Red Star of China
Poor girl’s lost the semis
But spoke with plenty of tameez
As she owned up her defeat
And her uncooperative feet
A fine woman she is, our this shuttle queen
in an age when sporties vent spleen
She accepts her fate with grace
And quite means what she says!
She is to baddie what Dravid’s to his game
She talks like a lady and walks like a Dame
Chooses no one but her self to blame
Her shoulders take easy her global fame.
Up at London, beaten by a Wang
The silver’s not hers. Oh, Dang!
Another Wang is ahead, this time for bronze
Oh, dear Saina! Don’t blow this chance!
Sharpen your game, polish your tricks,
You are our great hope at the Olympics!
Make us feel proud, make us feel tall
Go for a medal, like it’s now or Nehwal!