The Subtle Hand - Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
The hour hand in a clock
Shows not that it moves
When we see it at a glance.
Yet it responds to the minute hand.
The lady in the kinky pursuit
Finds not that she thaws
Though she virtually takes side
In her stand to the tempting man.
To put on move the hour hand
Twelve times runs the minute hand.
To get in touch with her mind
Multi times the man has to run.
The little hand never reverses.
Battery weak, it may halt.
Endeared lady! Don’t reverse.
If at all, you can stay where you are.
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