Lo! comes Dawn, the Sky's morning maid, <br />To rouse the Sun - still in slumber laid <br />On a couch with satiny sheets of red-amathyst, <br />And draped with mosquito-nets of gossamer mist! <br /> <br />As, slothfully, the Sun ulocks his eye <br />(And captive Sleep, uncaged, away does fly) , <br />Twilight thankfully ends her part-time vigil: <br />Relieved of charge, wherefor tarry still? <br /> <br />TheSky is now aglow with joy untold <br />At husband's sight - bathed in molten gold! <br />How soft and vast a carpet she has spread <br />To cushion his feet throught his tour ahead! <br /> <br />Clad in radiant robes of silver bright, <br />The Sun, with gratis stocks of warmth and light, <br />Sallies forth for rationing out in shares <br />To all, their quota of his diurnal wares. <br /> <br />Behold the sky - as vesperal dusk ensues - <br />Cosmetising her baby Sunset Hues <br />And clothing them in brightly dyed attire <br />For their evening jaunt with their glittering sire! <br /> <br />With what delight the bubbling Hues all gather <br />And throng the Sun like whorls of coloured lather! <br />They circumambulate with swirling frills <br />And motley patterns weave with whirling drills! <br /> <br />But all that glitters is not wholly gold: <br />The Sun's flaws his secret deeds unfold! <br />No faithful spouse and, less, a doting Pa <br />He proves to be ere going hardly far. <br /> <br />Ditching his kids by stooping low behind <br />A mountain peak - so none may see or find - <br />Into the Ocean's arms he soon alights, <br />Behind the black screen of abetting Night!<br /><br />Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-that-glitters-need-not-be-gold/
