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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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