I can see the country,
like a sixer out of boundary.
I can see the pitch,
it’s full of rich.
It’s dipped into diversity,
with lots of identity.
Like rich and the poor
And varied ethnicity.
I can see many minds with strategies,
to prevail with liberties.
But I am confused about one thing,
What’s the name of the team?
Is it Bharat or India?
Which one is supreme?
By: Mohulbonee De
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Such a beautiful poem 🙂