When the ball sailed over the ropes,
At the Wankhede that iconic night.
And the entire nation celebrated,
Our achievement of the greatest height.
A young kid of eight,
While soaking in those views.
From a screen at his home,
Aspired to be in the captain’s shoes.
With the trophy above his head,
And millions of cheers all around.
With his country’s name being,
Echoed throughout the ground.
Enthralled by the sport,
He wouldn’t miss a single match.
Cheering on his team through,
Every run, wicket and catch.
Be it the conquering of the Gabbatoire,
Or Napier’s evergreen blockathon.
The Champions Trophy win of 2013,
Or many tough tests drawn.
Young debutants receiving,
Their maiden national caps.
Or greats of the modern era,
Dissecting the smallest of gaps.
Mesmerised he would watch the games,
As they travelled from Lords to Galle.
Oh what a beginning it was,
To his love affair with the bat and ball.