𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʙʀɪɢᴀᴅᴇ

In the heart of the stadium, where hopes take flight,
Beneath the scorching sun, under the blankets of night,
Where legends are forged on the emerald stage,
Resounds the fierce spirit of the Blue Brigade.

A sea of blue clad in unity, pride,
With every heartbeat echoing, standing side by side,
They gather in strength, a celestial blend,
Their laughter like thunder, their voices ascend.

With the crack of the bat, a symphony springs,
As the ball soars like dreams on the cusp of new wings,
Each boundary-a heartbeat, each wicket-a cheer,
Together they embody both passion and fear.

The roar of the Blue Brigade, like a tempest unleashed,
In joy they uplift, in loss they are breached,
But hope is their banner, resiliency known,
Through every triumph, their resolve has grown.

And oh, how they rally, through trials, through storms,
With faith unyielding, in countless forms,
Each chant, a reminder that they're never alone,
In the gathered embrace, they've woven their home.

From the bustling streets to the quiet lanes,
In every heart, the echo remains,
For cricket's not just a game, but a lifeline indeed,
A tapestry woven by the Blue Brigade's creed.

So let the world witness, let history see,
The power of passion, of unity free,
For when they take the field, vibrant and bold,
The roar of the Blue Brigade, a legend retold.

~Garima♡