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In the heart of Himachal, Dharamshala’s serene abode,

England, with vigor, their intentions bold,

Two cricketing giants met in a crowded ground,

India, steadfast, with glory to be found.

The Test series commenced, a battle of wits,

Bazzball cricket, their unyielding pursuit,

Yet England’s approach was anything but orthodox,

A fusion of formats, a strategy unorthodox.

But the red ball swung, as it always does,

England’s batsmen, caught in a buzz,

In Dharamshala’s air, crisp and pure,

Struggled to adapt, their intentions unsure.

India’s bowlers, masters of their craft,

As wickets tumbled, England felt the draught,

Spun webs of intrigue, with every delivery,

Their Bazzball dreams met with harsh reality.

Virat Kohli led from the front, a lion in the fray,

As England faltered, in disarray,

His blade wielded with finesse, his spirit aflame,

India’s dominance, a testament to their game.

Rahane, Pujara, stalwarts of Test lore,

Their patience, a virtue, their resolve, galore,

Stood firm against England’s barrage,

As India’s flag flew high, a triumphant mirage.

The series unfolded, with twists and turns,

In Dharamshala’s arena, where cricket burns,

Yet England’s experiment failed to take flight,

Tradition prevailed, in the glow of Test cricket’s light.

India emerged victorious, 4-1 the score,

For in the annals of cricketing lore,

Their supremacy, undisputed, their legacy secure,

The clash at Dharamshala shall forever endure.

So let us celebrate the spirit of Test cricket,

In the Himalayas, all England supporters heart break

Where patience and skill reign supreme,

The clash at Dharamshala, a timeless dream.