Cricket And Capital

When we played cricket,
Indian Capitalism was still in its
Shamefaced early days,
Morally strangulated by unrewarding
Socialist ways. We spent what
Money we could muster
From parent and filibuster
Just to buy the cheapest bat or ball;
Hardly anyone ever thought
Of leg guards at all.
Off we went, regardless of weather,
And joyfully hurled or smashed some leather.
There were neither bookies nor bank accounts,
Nor the hang-dog looks of salivating mouths.
Since then, with Nehru’s demise, India
Has “come a long way” don’t we know;
As GDP soars could cricket remain below?
Yet still we pretend that corruption is bad,
When corruption has been our national goal, egad.
Not without corruption may Capital multiply,
Imagine how many cricket now does gainfully employ.