Men in blue and we Indians

And there they were,
sweaty and tired
panting for breath
enthusiasm not mired

Ours 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