He stops traffic for the school children to cross the road

He raises his hand, juts out his behind like a Bharatanatyam dancer

And as the Skoda’s bumper comes to stop millimeters away from his groin

Waves his hand in one fluid motion resembling the flight of a fat crow

For the children to come to his side

Then he sees the Best giant late to reach Vasanth Rao Naik Chowk

Roaring through the fast lane, expecting all obstacles to be scared away

He runs like a frightened duck, makes a quacking sound, flutters his hands

The giant’s brain sees the duck with ten metres to spare

He floors the brake and the gentleman who had taken his hand off the hook

Is flung towards the front of the bus, hits the six and half foot woman

Rests on the ample cushion for a second and was suddenly reminded of his mother

The traffic stopper ignores the curses of the driver and the bark like honks

And extracts his shirt sleeve from the teeth of the giant

All the children have crossed now

He flutters his wings again with a smile in his face

The traffic moves again and the gentleman extracts himself from giant cushion

And the giant mother gives him a maternal smile and everything is normal