The Police, The Chor & The Lawyer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The police, the chor and the lawyer, three friends,
Three bosom friends
Walking hand in hand,
Shoulder over shoulder,
singing the song,
Ooh-la-la.

The thief will burgle into the house,
Snatch the chain
And run away with
Late into the night,
The policemen will follow him not

And even if trapped and caught,
Will save from the crowds
And the lawyer will take up his case
After taking fees from him
And where will he
From selling the gold chains?