Machiavelli’s own Son or Thespian

You re-house Machiavelli’s soul in your foul frame

That soul great guides your head and heart
Not what you learnt from the kitabs
Beacon to you is Lucifer’s own light.

With verisimilitude unseen

With finesse unthought of
You pose as Judhishtir
But Dharmaputra I know you
Engineer mischief meanest.
You are the mid-husband of
Old rustic plot,
Vile stinking villain
You know not- unhiegynically you rot.