A Golden Sun was in all its glory

Today I saw the golden Sun
First it appeared as a
Thin thread of light like silver
Popping out of black clouds
Later, it looked like two eyes,
I am sorry, before that
It resembled like a diamond stud
Adoring the ear of a damsel
In a side posture
Face fully invisible.

While I was lost in those
Bright two eyes,
The lovely adorable eyes, for a moment
They all rolled into one:
A big golden ball like
Beautiful look,
I locked into my eyes swiftly
Ever to remember,
A rare sight
Usually one can encounter.

Fortunately there was no intruder of
Walking beauty variety
To disturb and dim
This divine dharshan,
A vision to be cherished
And savoured for long
This golden Sun was there
In all its glory
For a little while only
Like great saints and poets
Who live for a short while
And then walk away
More pleasantly.

No sooner the Sun appeared
In all its glory and grandeur than
It was submerged by
Deep black clouds,
Which existed there as background earlier,
Now they became the
Central dominant stage,
The Sun sucked behind it
Not to be seen at all.

Its existence only revealed by a streak of light
A sort of red light somewhat shallow
On either side, up and above
And far below it
It was a kind of band,
Within which the
Sun was bound and trapped?
Fully invisible
If this is the fate of Sun
One can well imagine
Where all our ordinary sons of Bharat,
Will go
And earn their wages of labour
In a recession ridden,
Economic environment.