Lekhny Story -01-Apr-2024

On the field where dreams contend, Two teams hues their wills extend. With every pass, and every play, They chase the fleeting game!

The whistle blows, the crowd's roar As athletes weave their enchanting pour Victory's sweet nectar on their lips, In pursuit, each player skips.

The stage of success, not just a score, But the joy in the game, and so much more. For when the final whistle calls, It's not just a team, but the sport enthrals.

Happy faces, spirits high, Even the clouds seem to cheer in the sky. And when the game reaches its end, Both teams cheer, each other commend.

For on this ground, they've all won, In the noble chase under the sun. The stage of success, a shared delight, Where every player shines so bright.