Hindustan Times
King Khan’s Big Bang
Oh, my dear Shah Rukh Khan
Uncrowned King of Bollywoodistan
Swathed in millions, crowned to glory
Why do you now tell us a different story?
Stars, we know, came from the Big Bang
But the role’s somewhat reversed in your land
As you knocked out an old pal in nightly ire
We were moved to say: “What gives, sire?”
Was it stress, or the arrogance of kinghood?
The wounds of a flop? Or a mood no good?
What made you behave like a drunken tapori,
that it brought a bad name to unblemished glory?
We know you’re no robot, though you played one
In the big flick gamble they called Ra.One
Your feelings came tumbling as you roughed up a critic
We did not know such anger rustled in your attic
The robot in question may’ve bombed on release
But surely Bollywood has seen more of these
A dozen hits can make up for the occasional flop
Surely not worth it for you to blow your top
We advise you therefore to take it easy
Learn to behave well, and be very PC
(Politically Correct, is what we imply
Any other suggestion, we will promptly deny)
