The WANDERERS wandered onto the WANDERER,
Deep in their heart feelings of ectasy and fear.
An awesome opponent on the pitch,
Ready to kick with an awesome itch.
Some bowled without any care,
Some hit across the fence with dare.
Anxiety around the crease,
Ready to cross the breach.
Some lost their cool,
Some acted as fool.
But finally the harm was done,
The journey with the cup has began.
some brought hopes within them ,
while some were keen to break the hope.
180 minutes of game,
but last 5 minutes brought the fame which led to someones shame( fiasco).
THE DETERMINATION AND GRIT HAD WON,
A YOUNG AND ENERGETIC TEAM WAS BORN
hey this is my frnds poem
so all credits to sunitaaaaaaa