The Raised Hand

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.