𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴀɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ

In the heart of the stadium, a roar echoes bright,
With colors of blue, under floodlit night,
Each boundary we cheer, each wicket we claim,
But alas, when they falter, we turn on the name.

Oh fans of the fervor, of passion unbound,
When victory dances, your voices resound,
Yet when shadows encroach, when our heroes fall short,
A barrage of hatred, the bitterest sport.

Remember, dear comrade, through glory and strife,
These players are human, just grains in the life,
For every proud moment etched deep in our souls,
There are battles they fight, and sometimes lose control.

As the ball flies like dreams, through the crease of despair,
Do not set upon them, with daggers to bear,
Lift them in silence, when the tide turns away,
For success breeds respect, but honor's the way.

In the womb of our fervor, let empathy grow,
For from ashes of failure, new champions glow,
If in triumph you cheer, then in loss be their shield,
For the true heart of fandom is loyalty revealed.

So, here’s to the players, through thick and through thin,
To the lessons of life, from both loss and from win,
If you bask in their sunlight, through storms you must stay,
For the soul of our team is united in play.

Let’s not be the fickle, who despise in defeat,
But the steadfast supporters, with love that’s complete,
For cricket, dear friends, is more than just sport,
It’s a tapestry woven, where loyalty's court.

So cheer, then, for failure, with hearts open wide,
To walk with our warriors, right there by their side,
For in love's true embrace, we rise and we fall,
Together as one, we’re the essence of all.

[Dedicated to all those people who call themselves an Indian Cricket fan but troll and hate their own players in their downfall instead of supporting them]

~𝐆arima♡