I'm a suitcase, black in colour Covered with stickers, Labeled with many addresses And filled up with guns
Now I'm under a table in a restaurant My master left me here From last two hours... I've done a lot of bad works With my master from last few years But now he doesn't need me But the things inside me is needed I can see my master there In a one yard distance from me But he can not come to take me For the persons who engaged the table As my master is a criminal, He doesn't like to spend More time with the society.
I've been seemed by the People in this table And they called police After opening me
And now I'm going to the police station I'm really feeling so sorry for my master As I'm sure that he will be caught But I've nothing to do for him.