In My Police Complaints by Pankhuri Sinha

The burning question
The most bizarre
Disturbing to the point
That makes living impossible
Is that Fine
I even accept
I am under surveillance
Fighting it
Comes later
But who is monitoring it?
Who all?
How come
So many
Have called me
At times
That you simply cannot
Not notice
When the phone rang?
And this is after the hospital sojourn
Having asked the nurse
How can you not notice
If the police siren
Goes off often times
As you are stepping in
Or out of your house?
And the nurse
Sitting in the review panel hearing
Has complemented you
On being very articulate.

Copyright Pankhuri Sinha.


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