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Bharath Kumar

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Bharath Kumar

Abstract Classics Others

The Champions

The Champions

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I am entangled in the web of the Cricket World Cup

My fever doesn't diminish until India wins the cup

I had a rendezvous with the God

I can't believe that he gave me a nod

India is bound to lift the coveted trophy

Dreams of billions would not end in misery

Heartbreak is now a thing of the past

Our nation is the only team that can last

Rohit's hurricane batters the opposition

Kohli's master strokes fear the opposition

Rahul's patience tests the bowlers

Gill's incredible skills take the bowlers to cleaners

No one can better Jadeja's fielding skills

No one can end Bumrah's fiery spells

Dusshera and Diwali are overshadowed by the World Cup festival

Everybody waiting only for our cricketer's arrival

Are you ready to go berserk on November nineteenth?

Let us glorify the World Cup-winning November month 


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