You created the Indian Premier League,
And became famous and inglorious, through intrigue!
Your idea was just a mimic,
But you made great money, very quick!
You were a master in manipulation,
Through a lot of hype, you created media sensation.
All the accounts, meticulously you fudged,
But, when interrogated & probed, from your stance, you never budged!
At fabricating stories, you were adept,
But real books of accounts, you never kept!
Others, you always kept accusing,
Acceptance of the truth, forever refusing!
None believed you, when you actually spilled the truth,
Because all along your life, you were uncouth!
You finally came out of incarceration,
But IPL parted from you, without intimation!
Now you are all alone, to yourself,
At least now, stop thinking about the pelf!
