Legend of BFC

Like warriors from a losing battle,
But their hopes still flying high.
Strode forth the last few survivors
Of a culture about to die.

Born in a land with taboos
Practicing their religion a sin.
Marching freely in a chained land,
Their faith filled to the brim.

So strong were their beliefs that
No walls or chains could bind.
Only their goals stood in their sights.
Their passions had rendered them blind.

Clenching victory in their mighty fists
Drowning down elixirs of life.
With Maiden's ballad ringing in their minds,
Into Nirvana they would dive.

Their team led by Ditto,
His experience proved by his flowing hair.
Bhatia, their fearless striker
With a maiden, ever so fair.

Two mighty stopper backs,
Not a fly escaped their sights.
And two light-footed wingbacks
Covering miles in their strides.

Left flank governed by Zain, the wise
Whose knowledge far exceeded his age.
And Major Ram, the CDM,
Nothing going past his barrage.

Sudeep Rane, the jester,
Dicey on the academic graph.
But when he gets in the mood,
No one can stop his Randaaf!

Mayur Reddy, the party animal,
And Batra with his cool.
When they get their game on
Even the best end up looking like fools.

So listen to my lines, oh kinsmen!
All teams turn and flee.
When they've heard the legend of
The mighty Bakchod FC!