If you know me right 

you will allow my might 

when I thump my chest 

or puff it out

when I hit the crease 

and count the runs 

when I stare down 

returning a tit for a tat

when I pose with my wife 

so precious and so proud 

what I have earned

have done it with work 

lots of sweat and loads of sincerity

if you can’t allow me to be myself 

remember you slay the player in me

if you can’t digest my pride in who I am 

remember, I am just one among the many young Indians 

not a meek push over

not at all apologetic 

finding the ‘swag’ in my desi ways 

crowning my talent with confidence

its perhaps a sense of collective pride 

no, not belligerent, merely assertive, if you please!

PS: Stop curbing the free spirit of the Indian Captain, let him be!