The Hyderabad team was playing.
The venue was in Hyderabad.
The crowd from Hyderabad bought tickets
And emoted in team’s progress.
There was rapture among the crowd
When fours and sixes were made and
When catches were made by their team.
Each one watched as if he owned it.
It was telecast the worldwide.
It was watched in rapt attention
By the patriotic all over,
Helping revenue from advertisements.
The team was theirs only by name.
It is owned by an outsider.
Its skipper is an outsider.
Even players are drawn of outside.
The organizers named the teams
After the regions to sell tickets.
Ruled by the pseudo-identity
The native crowd turned fanatics.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem