In India's cricket saga, stories gleam,
Bats carve arcs, a nation's dreams take flight,
Beneath the sun, they play, a team supreme,
In every match, their fervor ignites bright.
On dusty pitches, spinners weave their lore,
Their batsmen craft a symphony of strokes,
In fields, they soar, like eagles they explore,
Their victories, a nation's pride evokes.
Through triumphs sweet and challenges immense,
They stand as one, a unity so grand,
Their spirit, essence of resilience,
In cricket's world, they carve their golden strand.
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