Looked around to make sure he wasn’t seen <br />Then with a self-mocking grin <br />He put on the funniest pair. <br /> <br />His face glowed in an unimaginable happiness <br />Born of his fanciful whim <br />And the secret was only known to him. <br /> <br />He felt he had stumbled on a precious find <br />To hide in his mind all day. <br /> <br />His feet too felt tickled <br />By those strange disparate mates <br />How everyday sameness they hate. <br /> <br />As for his shoes <br />They hadn’t a clue. <br /> <br />(he chuckled) <br /> <br />Like is not heard the nocturnal bird’s wing <br />They would never have inkling <br />No one <br />About this grotesque fun. <br /> <br />It harmed nobody <br />Not to know the secret of his feet <br />All day he would be carrying with <br />His selfish change-seeking self. <br /> <br />When he sat and the trousers went up <br />The sight of his own feet <br />Almost gave him a hiccup. <br /> <br />(he chuckled) <br /> <br />Come boy if this is not boundless joy <br />what is? <br /> <br />Back home <br />He threw them in the wash-tub <br />Only to catch next morn her surprised stare. <br /> <br />You’ve worn again <br />Socks from two different pairs!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secret-joy/
