In every corner, a watchful eye,
Police stands, a beacon nigh.
A shield of safety, a force of might,
Protecting lives, day and night.
Through bustling streets and quiet lanes,
They patrol the land, enduring pains.
Their duty calls, a sacred trust,
To serve and shield, without a fuss.
They face the darkness, brave and bold,
Their courage unwavering, stories untold.
From petty crimes to threats so grave,
They strive to protect, to serve and save.
But shadows linger, a mournful sight,
When some among them stray from light.
Corruption's taint, a bitter pill,
A stain upon their noble will.
Yet, in their ranks, true heroes shine,
Whose hearts are pure, whose souls divine.
They uphold the law, with steadfast might,
Restoring justice, making wrongs right.
So let us honor, their selfless deed,
The guardians of peace, our nation's creed.
For in their service, we find our grace,
*Kaaval, our protectors, in every place.
Poetic Reflections of a Crazy Soul
* In Tamil language, the police, referred to "Kaaval", seen as the protectors of the public, tasked with defending citizens, preventing crime, and ensuring that justice prevails.

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