by an RCB fan who bleeds hope and heartbreak
We love you if you win;
If you lose we love you more—
An emotion of a team,
Royal Challengers Bangalore
We see ourselves in you—
The stumbles, dreams undone,
Yet every dawn you rise again,
Still chasing after the sun.
The red we wore with pride,
Now stained by deeper cries—
It bled not just for victory,
But from lives that paid the price.
The streets had turned to songs,
Then silence swept the cheer.
Eleven dreams fell quietly—
In the year we conquered fear.
Eighteen years of waiting,
Then joy that broke in tears;
A cup we’d hold with shaking hands—
For the 11 after 18 years.
Let this win be wrapped in mourning,
Let their names not fade away.
For what is glory, if not shared—
With those who couldn’t stay
