The Chit Fund Company Director (Mr.Boss)

The director of the chit fund company The great boss appointing the staff and the managers, All by fraud As to collect money from the market And to vanish finally. The director saheb with the beauty queen memsaheb, A coloured man and a drinker, A party-man and a hotelier, A club-man and a swindler. Whatever call you, he is less than, A thief, a dacoit, a looter Or better it is to call him a conman Collecting money and deceiving the easily believing public. The director saheb in the metropolitan capital headquarters And his fraudster manangers here in the field Sitting in their branch offices With the staff Doing a business, But to run away. The bundles of monetary denominations collected, Supplied to and banked elsewhere, Many siding them To run away. A T.V. news channel and a newspaper purchased As to show to customers And the newspapers flashing it over The ribbon-cutting ceremonies in different places Just to run away finally. And after the run, the director will be in jail Or in foreign, The beloved deputy director too along with him For no fault of hers, just for a partake of And the motorcycles given to footpath agents At the police station And the agents repenting or gone missing And what more to say about those befooled?