Move the unmoved

A street cow is least disturbed
By the passers by who cross by-
So is she, by those who cross by
Her house, whose doors and kitchen
Open to the lane where she ambles.
It was my mission to cross her house
But not in focus was her vision.
Today, she made allowance.
Yes, at the approach of my visit,
She made her presence at the door,
To take note of me and give hers.
To move the unmoved is a thrill.
03.05.2002, Pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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