Darkness cuts through the sheath of glitter;
‘HALLA BOL’ of fake cricket
Was the noise of our empty lives.
We remained caught up with it.
Now the realization turns it awfully bitter!
Submitted: Monday, June 03, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Based on the recent news of spot fixing in IPL
Comments about this poem (Fake by Kingshuk Chakraborty )
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