In fields of KHO KHO, the players run,
A game of speed, a battle won,
With fast feet and hearts aglow,
They chase the wind, they chase the foe.
A tap, a turn, a lightning dodge,
Through skillful moves, opponents Kho’s,
The World Cup calls with glory’s cry,
As teams rise high, reaching the sky.
Each dive, each dodge, a thrill, a roar,
On every side, they seek to score,
A sport of heart, of strength, of mind,
In Kho Kho, champions you find.
The world united, bound by grace,
From different lands, they share this space,
To fight, to win, to lift the cup,
Kho Kho’s spirit never gives up.
For those who run, for those who chase,
In every game, they leave a trace,
Of passion, pride, and fearless might,
The Kho Kho World Cup—pure delight!
