Men In Blue And We, Indians

And there they were,

Sweaty and tired

Panting for breath

Enthusiasm not mired

Our claps and cheers

Deafening and echoing

As they walked - hand in hand

Basking in their doing

Standing ovation many

Many a frantic bows

All forms of appreciation

Mesmerized souls filling the rows

Our eyes transfixed on the field

A nation bound by those few men

Forgotten boundaries of creed

A goal, a target we all reckon

 

And there they are

Heads held high 

Dancing to the win

We all stand in unison

Finally, chanting the national hymn