Dearest Prince

Hi, how are you today? I’ve seen you since aeons But never found any spur To greet, peptalk, ask about your well-being You shine eternally Then sleep for the night Again march ahead with your flash, To enlighten even the darkest corner of the scullery Do you never even wish to have a siesta? And forget to rise the consecutive day Or wake the members of your kith and kin? Explaining your tour routes to them What’s your age? Are you everyday the same sun? Or the age old tiresome fellow? To engage your bones, flesh and burn the midnight oil To toil for the next day You do your duty selflessly and bid a goodbye at dusk Darkness that envelops in the mountains and at husk Then at next morn again you outshine To be orange at dawn, a golden plate at nine.