On the grand stage they stood,
With hopes and dreams of a nation’s pride.
The battle fierce, the fight was good,
But destiny had a different ride.

India, the warriors brave and strong,
With passion burning in their hearts,
They fought with all their might, so long,
Amidst cheers and fervent arts.

The cricket pitch, a theater of dreams,
Where heroes rise and legends are born,
The battle raged with thrilling schemes,
As emotions soared and hopes were torn.

Yet, in the face of mighty odds,
They fought valiantly, till the end,
With every run and wicket’s nod,
Their determination refused to bend.

But alas! Fate had a bitter plan,
A twist, a turn, a cruel blow,
The victory slipped through their hand,
Leaving hearts heavy with sorrow.

The opponents celebrated, jubilant and high,
Their triumph, well-earned and deserved,
But in the hearts of Indians, a sigh,
As a loss in the final was observed.

Yet, let not this defeat define,
The spirit and talent that they possess,
For champions they remain, sublime,
In cricket’s realm, they impress.

They’ll rise again, with renewed might,
With lessons learned, they’ll conquer the crest,
In the quest for victory’s delight,
They’ll reclaim their place as the best.

So let us stand by our team,
In victories and defeats, we’ll be there,
For they carry our hopes and dreams,
Our support, a constant affair.

For cricket binds us as a nation,
Through the highs and lows we share,
United in our adoration,
With unwavering love and care.