All day long, through sun and rain, I man the signal.
Often without a post, in the center of the road.
Sometimes hapless, sometimes helpless.
Swallowing dust, breathing in smoke, directing unruly motorists.
And what does my city reward me with, at end of the day?
Ruthless, biased criticism. With not a single thought spared.
I completely agree with you!
Well said, Kiran. Only a traffic policeman would know the real hardships he has to face while on duty!
I am sure you were stuck at the signal and at the front of the crowd to notice him...