In a world of cricket, grand and bold,
India's team, a story untold.
With bats that sing and balls that soar,
They chase the cup, they yearn for more.
Kohli leads with fire in his eyes,
Rohit's strokes, a painter's guise.
Sharma's grace, Dhoni's wisdom profound,
Jadeja's magic, spreading around.
Bumrah's yorkers, a lethal spear,
Chahal's spins, opponents fear.
In the field, they dance and dive,
For the tricolor, they strive and strive.
Past glories echo in the crowd's cheer,
Hope and dreams, drawing near.
From Kolkata to Mumbai's shore,
Billions pray, their spirits soar.
Through trials and tests, they've fought,
In the final, dreams are sought.
On England's pitch, they take their stand,
To claim the cup, in their hands.
Chants of victory, loud and clear,
Indian cricket, forever dear.
This World Cup, they aim to win,
With pride, they'll etch their kin.
So, let's rally, hearts aligned,
For India's glory, intertwined.
In this grand finale, let dreams set sail,
Victory's tale, the Indian Cricket's hail.
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