A Police Poem by U Win Kyi

My husband is a police,
giving public a good service,
by catching the thieves,
while he is on the beat.

He is also a good cop,
Traffic violators, he would stop,
handing them heavy fine-tickets,
or putting them under arrest.

He is the best police officer
and a brave crime-buster,
driving the patrol car,
chasing the thugs for putting behind bar.

His job is to capture
the murderer, drug-dealer, burglar,
rapist, con-artist and arsonist,
by putting his own life at great risk.

While he is doing the job,
I am keeping my fingers crossed.
This job is dangerous and is like 'Dancing With Death.'
Only when I see him come home unscathed,
standing on the doormat,
opening the arms to catch
the children running into his broad chest,
then I sigh a relief of breath,
silently thanking God that He protects
for my family's interest.