Just one wave of his hands <br />The long lines of vehicles stop <br />Sun burnt rain drenched <br />Emotionless he stands <br />The traffic island cop! <br />You curse him if the wait is long <br />He’s just a faceless object <br />Like a post stands erect <br />In a fast lane his whistle blows <br />The traffic slows…. <br /> <br />He has home, a wife <br />Away from traffic a life <br />A face without uniform <br />A corner to keep him warm <br />A vastly different island <br />Where he hates to command <br />And hopes no whistle brings to stop <br />The happiness of a traffic island cop!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traffic-island-cop/
