There once lived a Dada in Cal
Who proclaimed, now retire I shall.
Being led by the halter,
Like a goat to the alter,
Has killed off my sagging morale!
And for good measure, here is a non-limerick verse as well! :D
The selectors having roused his ire
Saurav announced that he'll retire
I've been treated, he said, with a lump in throat
Like the Indian team's sacrificial goat
If glory, respect are all gone,
Then what is the point of carrying on?