The Murky Matinee show

The flood lit lush green evening matinee show

Un-lid a plethora of previous pulsating fun

In drawing rooms they scattered the lustrous glow

Oh! What tipsy barons and lusty-leaders undone.

The old withered willow tree of yore

Has lost its aura to murky corporate deals,

Where stinky funds extorted from the poor

Are spent on players as show-horses in fields.

We, the cannon fodder of the advertisement gun,

Are assailed ball by ball and fed with dreams

And bleed day to day in ad-picked inflation

It pushes the precious aam admi to brim.

The twits, the consortia had made a rendezvous-

In dark lanes, with cash and women to woo.

This poem reflected the popular perception of IPL-cricket tournament of 2010.

It is from my book " So I Used Gray & Other Poems"