In fields of green, where willows sway,
A tale unfolds, a World Cup day.
Battles fought with spirit high,
Though fate decreed a tearful sigh.

Yet in defeat, their hearts ablaze,
The Indian cricket warriors gaze.
For in each run, in every fall,
Love for the game stands strong and tall.

Through highs and lows, they stood as one,
Under the radiant Indian sun.
A loss, a chapter in their story,
But love for the team, an endless glory.

In cricket's embrace, they find their might,
A passion burning, a radiant light.
For victories may fade and shadows loom,
But love for the game shall always bloom....




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© निखिल