Chance to see them play was slim
Now they play to the Big Shot’s whim
Auctioned away like cows and sheep
Costly bids for intentions cheap
Cricket has taken a whole new shape
IPL’s riches has left ICL agape
Money like mere paper is thrown
To catch the hottest and make them own
Money buying the talents, is a weird thing
Hope riches and fame won’t scar the zing
Ironic to see them meekly stand
To be selected by the mentors hand
Greatest batsmen and bowlers curled
When ransom like bouncers were hurled
IPL is surely a rich man’s world
Cricket is loved when played without sinning
All process excused, as long as India is winning!
I like the tone of the poem! Nice rhymes...and I'm with you with the end twist! ! lovely! Are you related to Vikram Aarella? (wondering!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one seema. i think you lot are gonna be winning for some time with your present team! good poem too.