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Bosom friend’s bean feast.
Delightfully enjoying fun filled jamboree.

Graceful tall laddie appearing darkly menacing.                                          
Sat bolt upright with his eyes bored into me.

My mind was still, yet fixed at his stare.
Just then I noticed something unfair!
He was holding his phone vertically,
Phone camera exactly facing me.

Nonplussed and not sure how to react!
Wasted no time, trotted up to him,
To see, what was on the screen. 
Yes, there was something, which he slid hurriedly.
I wanted to, but could not snatch the phone.

Still I wanted him to know!
“Look when, in a public place,
Ethically one shouldn’t keep the phone in a way, 
That the lady sitting right in front, gets into sceptical purvey!”

 “It’s a democracy, how I keep it, is my choice!”
He oozed out the content of his brain.

“Yes, but the rights granted, carry along some responsibilities,
Your ethical impunity, my dear isn’t a synonym of democracy.”
I retaliated harshly!

And the feud ended with a simple “Sorry.”
But the question, that remains is, 
“Is it not, an abuse of rights?” 
“when we are right, why do we need to justify?”
Why can't we remain morally upright?

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