For Black Money, Why Are Searching My Pockets, Friend? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

For black money,
Why are you searching my pockets,
My friend,
As no black-money pocketer am I,
A white money-pocketer am I
Walking with pocketful money
After giving income taxes.

But friend, search you not my pocket
As it is my personal pocket
Maybe the handkerchief is therein,
Have I to show you all
Which it is personal,
Shall I be not able to keep
The white money even?

If you keep searching as thus,
Making others search me
On the midway,
How can, can it be, friend,
It is bad, very bad,
Fall within not good manners,
Courtesy to search another man's pockets?