Excitement filled Subedar Krishnan.
His unit had the old system undone.
Now with new golden bullet-proof vests,
They were well prepared in their quest.
To capture the dreaded dacoit Gill.
Who killed simply 'cause it gave him a thrill.
Many had died, shot in their hearts.
Such was Gill's great unerring art.
But the Subedar was now unstressed,
Proud with his new bullet-proof vest.
He will cast aside the past shameful scars
And throw Gill behind the smelly bars.
Wearing the vest, he went ahead.
The foxy Gill shot him in the head.
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