A WICKEDLY PREMIER LEAGUE!

A WICKEDLY PREMIER LEAGUE!

 

The ball centric colossal business:

Commercially played out to commemorate the summer,

The dance of the hired batting heroes,

With willowed swing becomes an aloof king,

And applauded highly to push Him alone into selfish fame!

 

Like the ball caught between hitting and betting:

The ground is placed in between a degrade and persuade,

Both the ball and the stadium cannot be rescued,

As the onlookers are willing to be betrayed,

Then nun is left cricketless to be refereed!

 

The pitch leveled out in the middle:

Contains unresolved age-old riddles,

Legs of the affluent had maximum landed there,

Unfailing talent might have come as rare,

Such rigid impartiality had had hitherto been spectated from the tier!

 

Statistics would impressively be supplied:

To maximize an impression to flood up a captivated population,

To spread out a lazy net to catch the crazy youth,

To cook up heroism to sideline vigorous altruism,

To deprive an attention to extinct other athletic intentions!

 

For each and every ball being bowled:

Millians and crows of black Mony being employed to be sanitized,

This cannot be traced to be exposed,

As political winners and cinematic owners collaborate to stabilize,

This is the game of gamble getting massively moralized!

 

The cricketing gluttony had overpowered:

And left Countless native sports to be starved,

Multiple thirstful sports being camouflaged,

Taken bone out of them and constructed a disgusting reputation,

For having played cannibalization, being rewarded with escalation!

 

Wear a franchise masque for a mammoth monitory profit:

Flick sixes and fours to be teamed like a concretized brick,

With that enjoy a centrifugal focus among the unsung youth,

And some survive being favored by dangerous luck,

At the unmet passion the cricketers experience an unbridgeable flight!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.