Comedy of Errors

In the Shakespearean theatre of this country

To become or not to become a Hindutva Bhakt

There is but no choice, you cannot do As You Like It.

Like the Merchant of Venice

I shall demand the pound of flesh

Looting by the Mughals, the Muslims shall pay the price.

I am not an Othello, nor I have a wife

Neither my number two will ever stab me with a knife.

 

If you follow me, your life will be like

A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream.

Don’t criticise that our country has become

The Comedy of Errors

It is all Double Falsehood. So,

Measure for Measure

If you so insist.

 

Do not let my

Love’s Labour’s Lost

Don’t remain indifferent and

Much Ado About Nothing

In the final analysis

All’s Well that Ends Well!