Just Me: The Kratik Malhotra Blog

1983 ki yaaden aati hain,

Kapil sir ke haaton me woh trophy gati hai.

Phir ek mila mauka final jeetne ka,

Samne hai hamare murali aur sri lanka,

Chorus:

Pakistan, Australia,

West Indies ko hara diya,

Ab toh hamara yeh world cup,

Ho jayaga.

Jeetga bhai jeetega, India Jetega.

Jeetega bhai jeetega, India Jeetega,

Jeetega Bhai Jeetega, India Jeetega,

Jeetega bhai jeetega, India Jeetega.

Sachin ko hamain world cup hai jitana,

Ganguly ki team ka Jalwa hai dikhana.

Phir ik match me dhoni tu dho de,

Chahe koi bhi aajaye, dilshan ya sangakara.

Chorus - repeat

Love :)

Kratik

Jai Gurudev :)

Wrapped in a blanket, the infant warrior.

Smiling through agony, banging the shelf,

Said, “Find my home, be my savior.”

Puerile I stood tall,

Doubting his innocence, overlooking his pain.

Demanding him to leave, I received the master’s call,

Stunned to silence, losing myself, realized I had made the same mistake again.

Signing to the rhythm of silence,

On the ridge, I aimed for him to reach.

An oath written on my heart so dense,

Carving his own shelter, I said I will teach.

Digging the snow swimming on,

He saw his home off the ulterior.

Giving his all, credence till wan,

Flying like a bird with joy so high, he reached home, the infant warrior.

- - Kratik Malhotra

Guess what. As he waved me goodbye, the master passed us by J

Well, often on incidents, you might give yourself credit but believe me, it’s him who makes everything happen.

Love J

Kratik

Jai Gurudev J