In the realm of willow and leather, dreams soared high,
A nation's hope, under the sun, in the sky.
The ODI World Cup, a journey of pride,
Ended in tears, as destiny took a slide.
The finals, a stage of valiant fight,
Heroes in blue, with all their might.
Played with heart, skill, and grace,
Yet, in the end, couldn't win the race.
Millions watched, with bated breath,
As the dream suffered a silent death.
The crying faces, the somber mood,
A collective heartbreak, misunderstood.
But time is a healer, and hope springs anew,
The T20 World Cup, a chance to redo.
Team India, with spirits reignited,
For the trophy, once more, united.
The nation whispers, a fervent plea,
"Bring it home, make history."
A canvas awaits, for a new masterpiece,
A tale of triumph, and sweet release.
The men in blue, with dreams to weave,
A billion hearts, ready to believe.
In stadiums roaring, under floodlight's gleam,
To chase the glory, to live the dream.
So rise again, warriors of the game,
With every loss, there's more to claim.
For in the heart of defeat, lies strength untold,
And in your hands, the chance to hold.
The cup, the glory, the world's acclaim,
Team India, rise and stake your claim.
For every tear shed, let there be a cheer,
Bring it home, the victory near.
BY:-
Vidhi🦋
