William Shakespeare

He penned plays in verse with great ease But just his rivals to displease Greene called him upstart crow And reading him, even Marlowe Raised eyebrow Playwright and actor in theatre Shrewd observer of human nature In shylock he portrays minority psyche Callow youth's indecision, In Hamlet’s to be not to be His songs as fresh as morning dew Telling secrets of life in lines a few 'Friends, Romans and countrymen' Remains, till date, rhetoric's rare specimen It's true, he had jealous rivals and adversaries But, then he had equally great contemporaries Eventually he surpassed established wits And outsmarted even University Dramatists It’s true, Lear-Othello-Macbeth are pessimistic plays But aren’t his sonnets sanguine as sunrays?