The butterflies in my tummy, the weakness in my knees
The awe in my eyes and those dreams within me
How I forgot everything else the moment I stepped in
The sight of those packed stands, the noise so deafening.
The 22-yard brown land bathing in bright sunshine
In the midst of a lush green field, the view, so divine
The smell of soil, the mighty Tri-colour conversing with sky
The breeze was a raconteur and history was alive.
I set my foot on the ground and felt the rush of passion
I experienced the beauty I had seen in my imagination.
Those men – my idols, my inspiration to reach there,
Stood on the same land, breathed the same air
The wide eyed fan was taking over, emotions ran amuck
But the professional inside prevailed. It was hard work, not luck.
There was chaos behind that forced straight face
Nervous energy boiling inside which no one could trace
But when first words were exchanged with a childhood hero
The eyes widened, knees shivered, all efforts resulted in zero.
My first interview was full of fumbles but I’ll cherish it all along
That first smile from my idol – It’s worthy of a lovely song.
When the sun went down on that blessed day of dream
The feeling sunk in – I was right there with My Team!
The eyes sparkled with tears that rolled down to the zipped lips
That feeling of being alive, the bliss – nothing can ever eclipse.
Now I sit under the dark night, searching for that guiding star
How I wish it takes me back to where I belong – the world that now seems so far!