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In the Ahmedabad ground where warriors tread,

India clashed, hopes and dreams widespread.

Bats met the ball, an echoing crack,

In cricket’s arena, no turning back.

Australia stood, a formidable foe,

Their prowers displayed, a dominant flow.

Skill met strategy in this fierce game,

A spectacle of talent, fame to claim.

India, a team of valor and might,

Fought with vigor, under stadium’s light.

Yet amidst cheers and fervent cries,

Their fortunes waned, a stark surprise.

Bowlers steamed in with fiery pace,

But gaps emerged, a strategic chase.

Batsmen battled, strokes in array,

Yet destiny swayed, Australia’s way.

Was it the pitch, its Character guise,

Or nerves that faltered, beneath the skies?

Strategies planned, meticulously laid,

But fate’s design, a different trade.

Field placements poised, with calculated tact,

Yet edges found gaps, the ball’s impact.

In cricket’s dance, fortunes oscillate,

Precision, timing, decide the fate.

In post-match analysis, voices arise,

Debating decisions, where wisdom lies.

Was it pressure’s weight, a formidable force,

That altered the game’s destined course?

Each ball, a tale, in this grand stage,

Where victories soar and defeats engage.

India, a team of valor and skill,

In this cricketing saga, their prowers still.

Losses teach lessons, uncover the path,

For cricket’s journey, an ongoing craft.

Australia triumphed, in this World Cup’s play,

Yet India’s saga continues, another day.

Through wins and losses, cricket’s art,

Reveals the essence, the human heart.

India’s loss, a chapter inscribed,

In this cricketing tale, forever subscribed.