Divine Offering

In the realm of cricket, where passion takes flight, Our Indian team fought with all their might. Through battles fierce, they stood tall and true, Yet the World Cup slipped, though victory they knew. Batsmen wielding willow, a dance so divine, Bowlers sending down thunder, a relentless line. In the field, they soared, like eagles on high, Yet destiny wove a different sky. A century of effort, each run a heartbeat, Chasing dreams, on the pitch, where warriors meet. They played with fire, fueled by a billion dreams, But fate's capricious whim tore at the seams. Oh, Team India, hold your heads with pride, For in defeat, courage can't be denied. You've etched your saga on the cricketing page, A testament to grit, in this cricketing age. Though the cup eludes, like a fleeting wisp, Your spirit shines bright, an unwavering eclipse. In defeat's shadow, find strength to rise, For champions endure, with hope in their eyes. In every loss, a lesson profound, A symphon...