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So that’s it for Rohit…and have to admit his parting gambit

Little to cheer in his career nadir year ..was all rather queer

Hard not to discard someone supposed to be leading the men

Even with Sharma’s zen..when you’re averaging just over ten

Time for a transition so his position was moot and got the boot 

Let's not be hasty..Sharma once as tasty as anything en croute

Would loot having a hoot

But the snake charmer can’t toot his flute…went mute

In his heyday…another sashay..was there anyone calmer

Panache dasher with that me oh my hand eye

Rohit nailing it…impaling..derailing hit..sailing past the drone & toblerone

Us hailing on our phone.. run farmer..Sharma karma

Talent awoken..quick fix.. records broken

When he took his swag bag of tricks

From six and began to open.. 

Nothing could prevent Rohit gusto…heaven sent from the get go

Could tell..hell bent on making sure India showed..flowed and glowed with intent he bestowed

Can’t anymore tune in.. to the boon…swoon in an afternoon lagoon

The horde croon…applaud this loon …they way he scored

Maraud…home or abroad encored.. rightly adored

Remember Rohit lampoon…cherry soared..the bowler..flawed.. ignored..a buffoon floored

May rue with bemusement his denouement

Trifle sad that time did maroon & stifle

Rifle Rohit after his sublime prime & it all ended a bit too soon

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