Let us play like the small children,
Hiding and seeking and searching,
As the play is famed for,
Police, Chor, Sepoy,
Sometimes you a policeman and I a thief,
Sometimes he a sepoy, an Indian sepoy,
But it is very difficult to say,
Who the real thief,
Who the sepoy
And who the policeman?
All are but friends,
Policemen, thieves and sepoys,
Those who are guard they not,
The policemen too earn from,
Who are but the sirs of the thieves and dacoits,
Many of them fear the dacoits too
And the lawyers try to bail out
All those who give fees to them
And when the case is not, they ask to
Lodge cases falsely to earn from.
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