He fell in love to die.

From Barbados to Auckland city,
He was famous thief, of history.

None knew his work, none knew his name,
But all were under, the spell of his fame.

From where did he came & where did he go,
No one knew, no one had a clue.

Taj Mahal of India & Crown of Britain.
Had checks gone up, were all threatened.

He was not an ordinary thief. He had some thing within,
Skill of a warrior and a reputation of a king.

Sultan’s sword & princess bracelets,
Were all lying some where in his closets.

CBI was confused. CID had a tragedy.
They tried everything but had no remedy.

What to do, was the question asked.
How to catch him, he was too fast.

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Who is she, sitting across the table?
What what what we have a lady constable.

This is not a theater, It a police academy.
Fragile & delicate things are not necessary.

She turned around and all were tight-lipped
Oh my god she was well equipped.

Golden was her colors. Her eyes were dark
All through her not a single mark.

Was she from Kolkata was she from Dheradun?
What ever may be, she was brighter than the noon.

She was a small town girl. From a town of love.
Kansbahal was the name & the spelling was tough.

She had lots of guts she had lots of glory.
People said she was cousin of bravery.

The job was hard & she was gorgeous
The thief was fast & very dangerous.

The stage was set & the fight was on
The thief thought, he could run all along.

Her face was covered with her dark black hair
The thief couldn’t help, but had to stare.

The bullet took some time, but he was already pricked
Those deadly eyes had done the trick.

He toppled on his feet & fell on the ground
Within a moment they covered him all around.

She came from behind, took her hair out of her face.
“Hey my friend be careful in a race.”

She shot him in the heart & the thief cried
She shot him once again & he finally died.