Sometimes I wonder,
How even in my illusion,
few people do beautiful things,
in an accordance to my illusion.
And if I speak anything,
they will call it attitude.
The police administration,
who chanted the lines from my facebook conversation,
denies the hacking,
and it amazes me,
how magical they are,
I tried to raise my voice against injustice,
and one police came to fight.
The head of department,
too spoke so holy words of morality and ethics,
and he too might be preaching human rights,
few others had spoken about woman’s violence,
on behalf of the girl,
whom few officers frankly told me was involved in hacking, and nonsense,
and which the officers of cyber crime department denied,
because they think it’s an illusion,
that my attachments of mail are deleted automatically,
and I don’t even mind,
if they accuse me of women’s violence,
or accuse me of humiliating,
for it’s true,
she may put forward her theory of violence
or irritation by texts,
and since justice has never favoured me,
all I can do is listen their worthy talks,
write humorous poetry,
listen to their blames,
and watch and laugh to other foolish citizens,
who too are waiting for justice,
and move on,
for my dreams of physics and mathematics,
still teases me.
