Category: English Poetry

I wander within the gentle embrace of twilight,
Where the moonlight entwines with its shimmering comb.
The sky adorned by a symphony of stars,
As night’s soothing lullaby whispers softly.

The wind, an unseen dancer, gracefully moves,
Caressing fields adorned in shades of green.
It carries secrets from faraway lands,
Whispering gently through nature’s grasp.

The rivers sing their timeless melody,
Flowing steadily on their journey.
Their waters sparkle with radiant gleams,
Reflecting dreams in rippling currents.

Oh, nature’s vibrant and magnificent palette,
Paints landscapes across the vast expanse.
Majestic mountains reach for the sky,
A testament to Earth’s grandeur.

Through the dance of seasons, the world unfolds,
With wonders and stories yet to be told.
With each verse and poetic rhyme,
We find solace in the poet’s chime.

So, let us wander hand in hand,
In this enchanted land of poetry.
Where words are interwoven like threads of gold,
And the beauty of language remains forever formidable.

This morning, when I opened the curtains the sky was green. My mouth fell open. My friend Danny and I had planned a picnic by the river. I rang Danny but the voice that answered sounded nothing like him. I was horrified. I sprinted to his home. I rang the door bell, and some open the door, the someone was not Danny or his parents. “Who are you?” I cried. “I am…Penny Sweet. Who are you?” Penny Sweet asked kindly. She was old, short, polite, smiling, chubby, friendly and she looked dull too. I thought. You can hear these weird sounds from her house; you could hear some screaming, squealing and deafening noises. 0
Short Story

Bad Dream
Jasemin Selimovska, Grade 6 Short Story 2010
This morning, when I opened the curtains the sky was green. My mouth fell open. My friend Danny and I had planned a picnic by the river. I rang Danny but the voice that answered sounded nothing like him. I was horrified. I sprinted to his home. I rang the door bell, and some open the door, the someone was not Danny or his parents. “Who are you?” I cried. “I am…Penny Sweet. Who are you?” Penny Sweet asked kindly. She was old, short, polite, smiling, chubby, friendly and she looked dull too. I thought. You can hear these weird sounds from her house; you could hear some screaming, squealing and deafening noises. “My name is ben .Before I finished my sentence I ran off. I was feeling outraged as I ran off. You can obviously tell I was confused. When I arrived at my house .I ran to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. My face was different. I had black eyes and darker skin. I look like Micheal Jackson” I yelled amazed. I walked slowly downstairs while thinking about the green sky. I started studying about the green sky. I went to the library and found some books on the earth. I researched about the sky and colours it could be come. When unexpectedly I heard a whispering of a voice just like my mothers saying, Wake up, Come on, get up, we need to go out to go shopping!” Suddenly I open my eyes and found out it was a nightmare.

in the noon’s daylight
of a scorching sun
i stand in a room
filled with darkness
of my own thoughts
suffocated i feel
with my own evils
choking down my throat to death
but death
would still be a mercy
for a living corpse like me
looking into the mirror
it terrifies me for what I’ve become
destroyed!
like a post-war city
the universe
no longer accepts me
as a part of its own
so i walk up to the graveyard
for its the only home
I’ve ever known

–maybe the only home i ever belonged

I thought of us in a vision
Well-dressed for an occasion,
Where people gathered with teary eyes
Surrounding me, I heard sighs.
A red carpet laid before my feet
And I saw you in a seat
Beside a decorated dull coffin
I saw my mother stooping down, kissing
I saw her eyes welling up, her face stiff and pale
Gloomy but warming similar to the one that lay,
Inside the dark mundane coffin.

A shiver struck down my spine
When I saw the familiar face of mine
Cold and life- less ,yet pleasantly bright
In an autumn Eve, under the sun set light

Beneath a velvet canvas, infinite and grand,
A starry night unfolds, as if by the creator’s hand.
The moon, a radiant pearl, hangs in the sky,
Casting its gentle glow, enchanting to the eye.

A celestial spectacle, a cosmic ballet,
Where dreams take flight and worries fade away.
Each twinkling star, a beacon in the dark,
A tapestry of wonders, a celestial mark.

The moon, a guardian, watches from above,
Casting its silver sheen, illuminating with love.
Its gentle radiance, a soothing embrace,
Guiding lost souls, revealing paths to trace.

The night sky unfolds, a masterpiece untold,
With constellations dancing, their stories yet unfold.
Orion’s belt, a warrior’s valor shining bright,
The Pleiades, sisters intertwined, a celestial delight.

As whispers of the wind weave through the trees,
The heavens whisper secrets, carried by the breeze.
The stars, like distant candles, ignite the cosmic scene,
Revealing the universe’s mysteries, surreal and serene.

Oh, starry night and moon, celestial entities so grand,
You hold the universe’s beauty within your celestial hand.
With your ethereal glow, you inspire hearts to soar,
To dream, to ponder, to seek forevermore.

So let us bask in your celestial embrace,
Immersed in wonder, in awe of your grace.
For beneath the starry night, we find solace and delight,
In the moon’s gentle glow, we find peace in the night.

Bloood But Barely Breathing….

Girl bright and beautiful striving to rock the world
Little did she share her pains but hide most tears in rain
Always harshly crashing everyone’s heart , most gave up but few understood her part
Breathing heavily worried about being played ,too good to be the truth was no more her forte to slay,
Yet she tried hustling but cried out loud
Sound was not audible but silence did her task
She smiled like a princess but denied acknowledging her laugh
Somehow she became peace of his soul and turned his life full square and half
All days fighting teasing felt kinda soothing
But when blood drew she kindaa hardly breathing
Perfect remained a lost complaint in my vocab
But thiis is to telll Im currently busy ..bussyyy building it her way to make her feel the best No CAP

Gracious Gaia, who sits with her allure –
Amongst the stars; so holy, so pure;
Glimmering with her lovely charm,
The Heaven’s mate, mother of all,
In whose lap the creatures crawl.
Ethereal Earth, with the moon in her crown,
So precious, why doth she frown?
Befouled by mortals who tread her,
The orb’s lands: how magnificent they were.
Her husband doth lament her sad state,
As his tears wash her: his dear wife with a dreary fate.
Nonetheless; she lives, poor she with her unheard call,
The Heaven’s mate, and the loving mother of all.

In a world full of shadows
You became her sunshine
Amidst the blossom of roses
You are the lavender
For the puzzle of her lost ways
You are the last piece of map
Her love is a raging fire
You are a soothing cloud
She’s lost
Yes she’s lost
But lost into your deep soul.

The Beautiful And Blessful Nature
A Poem by Samiran Roy
Whose Nature is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his Nature a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Nature is Beautiful, Blessful and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.

I left myself in the solitude
Far from cities far from the cries
Least interested in the world I left behind
Feels like I am lost in the woods
Scary silence still peaceful
Words here to say my feelings
Feels like it’s the best way of healing
Out from the scars of the past
Out from the memories of ours
Quite productive but still quite far
From the dreams that I wished for
Hope I see the dreams come true
Not only in the sleep but also in true
Then I will come out of the solitude
Out from the woods into the blues.

Through the lines of poem
I wrote a message for you
Through the similes
I compared the beauty of you
Through the love of writing
I wrote love for you
All that thing in those writings
Were just for you
Your sweet smile melts my words
Your crazy mood lights up my world
Your innocence made me love you more
In the beach of life we will walk till the end of shore
In the ocean of love I will go deep
To the endless opportunities that we truly seek
At the end of this
I want to thank you
For the love and respect I got from you
I don’t know what I want to say
But this letter you can read it every day
Just making sure you smile today
I hope this morning brings positive sun rays.

A Dance with the Stars

Beneath the darkened sky’s expanse,
A ballet begins, a cosmic dance,
Celestial bodies twirl and spin,
Their graceful forms, a heavenly hymn.

The moon, a radiant guiding light,
Illuminates the velvet night,
Her silver glow upon us spills,
As stardust weaves and gently fills.

With every step, the planets glide,
In orbits vast, they do confide,
Their elegant waltz, a sight to behold,
A tale of mysteries untold.

Mars, the warrior, fiery and bold,
Jupiter, a giant, majestic and old,
Venus, the goddess of love and desire,
Saturn, adorned with rings of fire.

Neptune, with secrets of the deep,
Uranus, in solitude, does keep,
Mercury, swift in his swift endeavor,
Pluto, a dwarf, now lost forever.

In this celestial ballroom grand,
Time and space, hand in hand,
We gaze upon this cosmic show,
In awe of the universe’s glow.

Oh, how we long to join the dance,
To feel the universe’s romance,
To twirl among the stars above,
And lose ourselves in endless love.

But as we watch, humbled by the scene,
We realize that, though we may dream,
We are but spectators in this affair,
The dancers’ moves, beyond our lair.

So let us cherish this fleeting sight,
The beauty that unfolds each night,
For in this grand celestial sphere,
We find a love that knows no fear.

A dance with the stars, a gift so rare,
A glimpse of magic in the air,
And as we marvel at this sight,
We find our souls take flight, in the night.

In a world of deception, where lies have found a home,
You did your share while having a stone heart.
You inquired as to how I was doing—broken and forlorn.
My tears were sincere, while your affection was torn.

I cried and prayed, fatigued and worn out,
But this cycle of misery could never be broken.
If you set me free, I’d bury your wrongdoings and start again,
Fulfilling my wants, breathing new life in the token.

Why focus on a love that can only lead to conflict?
I know I am deserving of a better and happier life.
I’ll abandon you, for you shared me like prey,
A nightmare of existence, each agonizing day.

I screamed, oh so loudly, but you didn’t hear:
“Doesn’t an ounce of shame penetrate your veneer?”
And yet, you continue to bring flowers, my favorites so precious,
To a grave where my spirit finds peace and cheer.
Let me rest in peace, for I’m already gone,
Yearning to be free of a life gone so wrong.

I’ll find release, an untold love,
And embrace a future when my spirit will blossom.

Diving into the darkness,
I wanted to explore more,
Dancing in the waves,
I wondered how it’d feel to be wet forevermore.

The underworld was beautiful,
With secrets darker than themselves,
With colors brighter than the scorching sun,
And life, more than the clock’s twelve.

I swam deeper,
Searching for some luck,
Hoping for some supper,
In the lost city of Atlantis.

All I believed is that my heart was not as barren,
As any of the lands on the other side,
As any of hearts of the humans.

The other side was empty,
Cleared out by the homo sapiens,
No sign of life other than theirs,
Fellow life never felt so alien.

Destructed was the earth,
Approaching, a wave of rays hotter than the sun.
They called it nuclear energy,
I call it a karmic reaction.

Now with nowhere to go,
I dive into the low.
With Depleting oxygen, although;
I won’t stop, till I cross the challenging chasm,
Of the world below.
The hallowed hollow,
The Aquatic world, my chance of seeing tomorrow.

Last day, PAST ,I met

saying “Miseries shall sustain”

Next day, FUTURE glared at me,

“Forget predicting my pace!”

Turning aback, PRESENT stole my view

“Live in me, discord with those last seen Imposters,Then you shall perceive serenity and discern life.

-Rushi

Sweeping in the silence…
Present is cursed by the shadow of the past…
Never knew the reason of having no loved one…
But at a stance..
A hand was ready to accept me in…
And a voice of ” you have me ”
Have me the warm of a caring one
Assumed the future of being together
Turned into an illusion in a movement
Although his sence of solving problems and
And acting cool were never gained by me…
But suddenly broken my trust and
Left me in the past without soul to regret
He is always with me
Not as a person to be together…
But as a person who cannot be forgiven forever

It has become my loudest cry
My worst enemy
And my best friend
The silence is what revolves around me
The loud tearless cry
The emotionless sorrows that surrounds me

The best way to go through this life is to cry it out loud
But….

The silence never ends
It has become a part of my journey through adulthood
It has become the unknown presence which walks past through the path of my life
It holds my hand and stands alone with me
Calming me down, hyping me up!

The path it has paved for me
The emotions that it stole from me
The joy that it made me get scared of
And the longing it has created for me

It has been difficult recognising it as an enemy or a friend but it has been nothing more than a supporter walking through all the phases of my life alongside me.

Amidst the tempest of misfortunes,
She stands strong,
She looks at the world in the eye,
With no intention to back down,
With eyes masked with courage,
She refuses to submit.
Never does she let her guards down,
What is she afraid of?
Failures?
misfortunes?
people?

Or may be..
Herself ?
Afraid of herself?

What in the world is even that?

She has seen it all
Basked under the spring sun,
Drenched in the July rains,
Fought for a loaf,
Even roamed the streets in search of one,
Lived in rags,slept on rugs
But,
Never gave up!
That has always been a constant ,
like the stars she loved to gaze.
Yes!
She is strong,
She has always been,
Courage came to her naturally,
Like a second skin.

But,
What if ?
What if,she HAD to be strong,
Just because she never had the privilege to NOT be one!

“Whispers of love : A Tapestry Divine”

In the realm of love,
where the hearts entwine ,
A tapestry of emotions , both gentle and divine ,
A symphony of feeling,pure and true,
I pen this verse, a tribute to love’s hue.

Love,a timeless dance of souls so bright,
unfolding stories in the darkest night,
It paints the sky with colors unseen,
an enchanting melody, forever serene.

In love’s embrace , we find solace and grace,
a refuge where fears and sorrows erase.
It ignites the flame within , burning bright,
illuminating even darkest night.

so let love guide you,with its gentle sway,
embrace its wonders,let it light your way,
for in the realm of love,miracles reside,
where hearts and souls forever coincide !!

I tried so hard to hold you
but only to find myself losing everything …
I thought my love could move mountains,
not realising it was this flickering light
which needed just a tiny breeze
And it was all dark !!

Never believed until I felt this …
What it’s like to love your fullest &
not get even a bit in return !!
What it’s like to be empty handed in love &
carry this huge void in your heart.
I always thought two people fall in love equally…
Equally madly
Equally passionately
Equally longing for each other
Equally caring
Equally crying for each other…
But I guess I was chosen for this inequality …

Now that I see no hope of “US”
No “Home” that would echo in our laughter,
that would smell like our love,
that could be our “safe place”,
that we call our world !!
Hence
Today ….
I am burning those dreams
On the pyres of the same logs that were supposed to build our “Home”.
I am burning…
all those letters I wrote for you,
that sunflower field I painted for you,
all those hopes that came with every sunrise,
all those wishes I made to moon.

Today ….
I am choosing myself for the first time.
I am choosing to end this cycle of longing.
I am choosing to bury my love for you.

I wasn’t tired of loving you,
I am just tired enough of
Waiting ….!!

And I would wait no longer…
For someone who would never come,
For letters you will never write back to me,
For someone who was never supposed to be mine !!

I will keep loving you till I am dead in dirt,
but even if there’s a puny possibility of
loving myself even a bit,
I am choosing to Love myself now.
Today ….
I set myself free of this suffering …. !!
Today ….
I let YOU Go …. !!

A letter to my Father

With tears in my eyes
And a strong wish aiming towards skies
I want to say “Dad,you are my soul”!
You made me a complete whole..
How much I yearn to get you back from the stars
And just lie down in your lap with the passing of countless hours..
All I want to say with my might
Always be there as my friend ,philosopher and guide!!!

Happy Father’s Day ,Dad!

I amuse myself
Maybe that’s why I try to find myself among the things that I see, the people that I meet or the Books that I read
I am like everyone, yet I am like none
How surprising that can be?
I ask them what they think of me but at the end of the day, nothing really matters to me
I talk to all, converse with few
I wish to be present and still long to vanish like a dew
As if it never happened, I forget effortlessly only to let it haunt me till eternity
I am terrified of life but I love being alive
I’d tell them they don’t matter to me and still yearn for their voice
I am too Beautiful to not be Loved, but maybe, that’s not enough
Be it Night or be it day,
Hope scares me for they never stay
I held the moments so strong, I embraced the gloom so close
Wish I knew how to let it all go
I am excruciatingly overwhelming
But I wouldn’t want to be any other way
If only being myself was a choice
I keep on running but I can never really go far
I keep on coming back for more
I wish to write poetry but want to stop thinking anymore
It strangles me, leaves me cold
But this plague of passion indulges me
Brilliance of discovery, a soul so old
With me, things are never what they seem to be
My curiosity lingers around
I only feel too much when they are nowhere to be found
I wish to be touched but if it’s gentle, it’ll hurt me anyway
I wish to be here and also to drift somewhere far away
I keep on thinking about the things I wish to hide
I love to torture, I love the fight
But giving pain to someone ruins my mind
I hate the agony but I still don’t want it to end
I am never the lover, I am always someone more than just a friend
The humor in my existence
I think Loving someone is great
But despise myself for doing that
I can only give unconditionally
But my Love doesn’t comes easily
I love the red of the roses
But the red of the gore always appeals to me more
I’m insatiable who keeps on getting scared of nothing at all
I am the whispers of the wind, I am the magnanimity of fire
I am the truthful, I am the liar
I am an epitome of contradiction
I am the traveler with no direction
I continue living in this unnatural fit,
I am the biggest hypoycrite

Endless I traverse through mind-
Eden shall I call,
Wood nymphs treading grass-
picking lilies by the fall.

Across the dream I run
like cotton clouds afloat,
as the sky crowned sparrows
chirp my stead by the moat.

I sift and sink past metal
withered to seas of dunes,
and I water the tin foil petal
fated to the sulfur fumes.

Sands and me alike
for eons they sieve with screens,
as I pulse through copper veins
of gods and man-machines.

It’s easier to act strong when you are weak
But mon dieu, acting weak when you can lift the mountains,
Shift them to the deepest valley sides,
And flatten the ground, without a sound
Muffle the noises none other than your own
It’s harder ,believe me, I’ve tried but failed,
But I know my Amma, so I know, believe me.
Everyday not even a whimper,
Yet the flames of her stove scream
What she earns to be but now, could never be
Her dreams, her childhood, all gone,
Gone with the distant happy memories
Of her careless mere age.
At the age of 18, lifting the family on her shoulders,
She’s yet to place it down, it’s weighing her down,
She’ll never accept that fact, why?
She’s told it’s what she is supposed to do,
But who? But who? The society remains silent
But not the steel tumblers, that rattle,
As my Amma washes them with tears.

The stars trod on this very day
A few years back to bless a ray,
An ideal creation of amazing talent
Beautiful verse of mystical moments.

The moment is still amidst the perfect amaze
The shining star in the materialistic maze,
The celestial harmony in the voice
A perfect symposium of the blessest choice.

Let’s celebrate this day in a special way
Wondrous happiness to awake the sway,
Charming beauty like the elegant pearl
Astounding abode of knowledge to unfurl.

I wonder

if my drawing

will be as good as theirs.

I wonder

if they’ll like me

or just be full of stares.

I wonder

if my teacher

will look like Mom or Gran.

I wonder

if my puppy

will wonder where I am.

My teeth chatter,
My body shivers and shakes,
It feels weird,
My feet goes numb,
Still, I don’t know what is happening to me.

When it’s done,
I deliberate on my thoughts,
Was it panic or stress?
Or something else..?!
Still, I don’t know what happened to me.

I search and search and search,
Searching for the answers…
that were so far from me,
I feared the fearfulness in me,
Still, I don’t know what will happen to me?

‘Alas!’ at the end
I..still don’t know…
What will happen to me?
What happened to me?
What is happening to me?

How is it be lost in a limbo?
And to be eternally deprived in the joy of heaven?
How could we know?
All are stuck in Limbo…
Lonely, empty, unsatisfied.
And unable to get out of the limbo…
Looped, stuck, terrified.

It’s today, your promise stays
you can sculpt my smile with various clays

playing my memory notes like a keyboard
i still can’t can’t believe what a melody i have scored

your aura and eyes evaporates my stress
you’d find me beautiful in any given dress

find me in your way dear
shall never find a single speck of fear

never have I seen a man so chivalrous
honesty, rare is the air, that’s always the case with us

They say look up to the bright sky
But the darkest clouds are roaming how do I fly?
Watching these days pass by like flipping notebooks
The poison in my heart spreads as I let it cook

Yea they promised things will get better
But they didn’t knew it’ gets better when we’re together
With courage in myself I go back to sleep
The demon in me embraces my dead creeps

I know we are supposed to be happy
But before you’ll even know this abysm will consume you
Life was and is scrappy
Yet we flap our wings and let in the deadly crew

This thing has a diabolic presence
We try to suppress, it grows in front of our eyes
Thinking daily of doing much more ended up in doing the less
Can someone please answer to my cries!?

All these lonely nights as I watch the dawn rise up before my blurry vision
I am fighting with all my might
From teens to adults we grew up in a cracked prison
Without any worries never slept a peaceful night

I know we are supposed to be happy
But before you’ll know……..

The prison not even safe, breaking souls every second
Please listen don’t walk away,not here to threaten
Guess another day to fulfil everyone’s needs
I walk out of the door as every soulless vessel greets

When I think of golden memories,
I’m transported to a time so free,
Of laughter, love, and endless fun,
Under the warm and shining sun.

The memories are like rays of gold,
That shine and sparkle, never grow old,
They bring me joy and make me smile,
And make life so much more worthwhile.

From childhood games to teenage crushes,
From family trips to friendship rushes,
These memories are etched in my mind,
And bring me peace and help me unwind.

So here’s to all the sun-kissed days,
And all the memories that time has made,
May they always stay bright and true,
And bring me happiness, all life through.

our echo was
Deaf to my ears
Desperate for the touch
The sensation embraced
From ear to ear

Nothing in the world
Was more soothing
Than those beautiful tales we shared
Midnight sky watched our show
Entangling arms and racing heart
Ecstasy filled the long hour

Chasing your inevitable self
Through the forest of dark lords
Continuous misery hurdling
The journey to reach
The heart of someone
Who already abode.

Love stories are my biggest hauntings, I don’t know if it’s the fear of separation,

Or the fear of love devastation,

Or maybe the creation of betrayal,

Maybe it’s the fear of the person not being as loving as your imagination.

Some fear from spirits, some from death But no one notices the lovin’ fate, the journey from love to hate,

The growth of thrid person,

The process of slow poison to the heart. Believing that living in this bubble would protect us

from the world outside, But it’s when you know the person you love is

killing your insides. That charm suddenly dies, that love suddenly

flies,

The moment of epiphany when you realise you’re

loosing feelings for them, that slow sudden

haunting.

Melancholy, waiting for something miraculous forcing yourself to stick with that love,

Love stories haunts me the most,

Cause one day we’d cross street together acting like the other one is the ghost.

Burying that love in our memories which we thought would be till eternity,
From talking everyday to hardly talking,
From avoiding other people to avoiding eachother,
From sharing thoughts to get caught with someone else,
From fighting the world to be with eachother to learning the art of let go.
Love stories are my biggest hauntings cause the process is very exhausting,
Leaves with a pain that isn’t even real,
Cause Love Stories ends with funerals not happy endings.

Love stories are my biggest hauntings , I don’t know if it’s the fear of separation,
Or the fear of love devastation,
Or maybe the creation of betrayal,
Maybe it’s the fear of the person not being as loving as your imagination.
Some fear from spirits, some from death
But no one notices the lovin’ fate, the journey from love to hate,
The growth of thrid person ,
The process of slow poison to the heart.
Believing that living in this bubble would protect us from the world outside,
But it’s when you know the person you love is killing your insides.
That charm suddenly does , that love suddenly flies,
The moment of epiphany when you realise you’re loosing feelings for them , that slow sudden haunting.
Melancholy, waiting for something miraculous forcing yourself to stick with that love,
Love stories haunts me the most,
Cause one day we’d cross street together acting like the other one is the ghost.
Burying that love in our memories which we thought would be till eternity,
From talking everyday, to hardly talking ,
From avoiding other people to avoiding eachother ,
From sharing thoughts to getting caught with someone else ,
From fighting the world to be with eachother to learning the art of let go.
Love stories are my biggest hauntings cause the process is very exhausting,
Leaves with a pain that isn’t even real,
Cause Love Stories ends with Funerals lot happy endings.

The curly woolen threads
Hold on to my toenail.
Diving deeper, sometimes.
Sometimes, not wanting to let go of it.
Like they’ve been freed;
(Freed from being together)
Tied and woven.
Woven into a sock
They’d never wanted to be.

The sock probably had no idea
That its better half existed.
Maybe there ain’t anything like better half
For socks, ofcourse.
They must be called twins, ofcourse.
When one finds itself a better place to be in;
(Rather a better foot)
The other becomes the scapegoat.

The lost sock loses its cryptic smile.
Perhaps,
The smile grows weary,
When it remembers the nail;
(Yes, my same toenail)
Crooked and blemished.
But my nail has no divers now,
For the sock—
The then scapegoat has found itself a better foot.