(Dedicating this poem to the fine army of 11 fearless men, finely led by MS Dhoni who rewrote history by clinching the ICC Cricket World Cup 2011 at Wankhede Stadium,Mumbai on 2nd April 2011.)
The fine smell of victory fills the air
The talented boy’s mother makes sweets aplenty
Both jaggery and joy taste one-just sweet
The smiles and claps were awaited for years more than twenty
Almost three decades it took to come,
When it came, it got us a wave of hope
Hope that tears will be forgotten,
Strong shall become today, the rope!
Rope, of courage and happiness
Only gets stronger and stronger from here,
For men who were pacing on their swan song
Are now singing the last few melodies which we all can hear
The phantoms are out singing sweet songs
The reflection of this historic moment will etch forever
The Indian team is now sold to their destiny’s gold
They’ll be reminded of the sheen, on their every cricketing endeavor
Screams and cries of ecstasy flows above the ground
Hugs and Tears are ruling the night
Right now, Crackers and fireworks are the only sound
Almost dancing to the tune of eleven men’s might!!
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