An ideal idol

An actor from a small atelier,

An autodidact bellwether.

A benignant man for poor,

A biddable son for father.

He is a supporting hand,

His celerity shakes the land.

He bowdlerizes the governing,

He assuages the living.

Some call him callow,

Others call, bootless and shallow.

Some uses billingsgate for him,

Says, acting is his bailiwick not vim. 

He is chary of these blackguards,

He never castigates them.

He hears the caterwaul of backwards,

He provides a carapace to them.

Some says, his life is brackish,

Howsoever it is; he is truly an artistic bellwether.

By: M.A.K. Pathan