The Cricket Fever Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
The Cricket Fever
The cricket fever is on
No one cares who has won
The trophy is mere formality
It is game of enormous money
It has lost its sanctity
Rich tycoons have entered already
Each player is sold for price
The cricket game stands tall with good promises
The real game is played behind
Lots of bookies are seen around
Millions of rupees are put to bet
Cricket fans flock near gate
Everything is fixed
There is fat revenue to be taxed
The board is eager to stage such shows
Money for them easily flows
Whom to praise and whom to blame?
The cricket is no more national game
People know about it but digest bitter pill
Who are all behind the show for spirit to kill?
Very nice poem with hard truth. Thanks for the poem, dear Hasmukh ji. Partha Sarathi Paul, guskara-burdwan Apr 13,2015
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Nice poem, I really like the last Line! 2 minutes ago by Ali Pacman | Reply
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The cricket fever is on No one cares who has won