Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Ipl Tree - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
I was upset with IPL band,
The corrupt tangles not to end;
I was sad from head to toe:
Fail system let it grow.
Nation watched it with tears,
Day and night looked it with fears;
Scorn and awe, engulfed the entire smiles;
Leaders were dancing cruel wiles.
Conflict grew and grew day and night,
And reached to stinking heights,
And looters played an ugly game,
World knew it was vulgar wealth and fame.
Masked in their dirty stores,
Where wrongs have veiled all holes,
All joined hands to enjoy its shine,
But swear all, it was not mine.
Khan, Wadia and Panwar’s herd of crows;
All pretends to be holy cows,
In a morning beautiful all see,
IPL foes found hung with a tree.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
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