Sold to the devil ..

Dazzling lights .. blaring music .. swaying hips
The race got underway for the championships ..

The masters have bought their slaves ..
they entertain ..and for more and more the master craves ..

Gladiators turned out to please their masters ad nauseam..
A big roar from the blood-thirsty in the coliseum ..

With every kill or a slash that got cheers from each section ..
The miniskirt-clad girls were up and ready for the action ..

Stench of money was lingering in the air ..
Masters were pleased to see the returns gather ..

One master was dancing in the aisles and how ..
His slaves were putting up a show; and he was taking a bow ..

Another was seen sipping fine wine ..
Win or lose, didn't seem to care .. moolah poured, 'twas fine ..

Business strategies .. ROI, ROE, ROCE and Break-even ..
The dough was neatly set to leaven ..

It was trade and commerce, diversification .. purely a business transaction ..
Game was secondary, competition fierce .. profit-making was the sole attraction ..

Where was the love for the game .. it's sickening .. I said ..
The tycoon's crony looked at me incredulously .. almost in dread ..

He said .. The game is to be in limelight ..
And a star always shines brighter at the night ..

To thrive in this business needs big money .. a lot of attention ..
To get that, could there be any better place than I mention ..

I said, well, well, well ... that's pretty diabolical ... ..
so this is what is the IPL .. where rape has become ethical .. ...

I said then it's conclusive .. truth be told, if I may be so bold ..
The Devil has officially taken over .. and to him the game's soul is being sold ..!!