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THE RAISED HAND

‘Hold my hand’ said the mom, breezing across with a raised hand;
The traffic obeyed her hand; the boy too held on and ran across.
I learned a lesson; waving my hand like a leader, I tried to cross.
Brakes were pressed; wheels avoided me; I stood with one hand,

Frozen in mid-road; ‘crazy fellow’ shouts circled me and my hand.
They made me a ramp, nay; a statue; moms and boys still ran across,
As I stood there still; girls giggled; some winked; slowly I tried to cross;
A look of surprise stilled the road as I walked across with my hand.

‘The sixty year statue on Parker road vanished’ tweets trended in android;
Soon WhatsApp made videos viral; trips were made to look at the ramp,
Built in memory there soon after; built to appease many a Tabloid,

With a raised hand; pedestrians take selfies with the hand in android;
Girls ask boys to take them to the road, to the hand and to the ramp.
On the road, time stood still once, my hand stands like an eternal Tabloid.

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