Police

My cap instils in me a sense of pride, my shoulder stars and the Ashoka emblem command the respect of my colleagues and the public, while my belt symbolizes discipline and authority. Together, my uniform embodies honour, duty, and the trust placed in me. Without it, I am just an ordinary person - but wearing it, I carry the weight of service and sacrifice. Therefore, I must always uphold the dignity and values it represents.

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Look at yourself - that cap, meant to symbolize pride, now hides your shame. Those shoulder stars and Ashoka emblem? They don’t gleam with honour; they’re tarnished by your greed. That belt you wear doesn’t command respect - it tightens like a noose of disgrace around your betrayal. Your uniform? A cheap costume, because without integrity, you’re not an officer. You’re just a thief hiding behind a badge.

 

The public you swore to protect now spits at your shadow. Your colleagues whisper ‘traitor’ when you pass. Every rupee you stole weighs down your conscience, but you’re too hollow to feel it. You didn’t just break the law - you spat on the sacrifice of every honest officer who gave their all. Remember this: History won’t call you ‘sir.’ It will call you what you are - a coward, a leech, and a disgrace to the very fabric of justice.