All that glitters is not gold

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I had to climb precipitous rise.
For it they promised me a prize.
Ttask I took for glory.
Journey was long and not ordinary.
Its the last day before my victory.
2 months of journey will be history.
Journey required determination so a golden rule was told.
In my subconscious I said“ all that glitters is not gold.”

Wet soil, kicking pebbles, at times beautiful meadow
A lot of fame and lot of wealth will bestow.
Setting sun, birds dissolving in the dusky sky.
Wanted to paint down the beauty and let my creativity fly.
Wanted to dance with those villagers and have a feel of their joy.
Wanted to relive childhood and play with villager’s boy.
To be myself I wanted to taste that flurry.
I mumbled, but in the end quietness with fury.
The fury of brain enveloping my heart.
I recalled the golden rule, and the reason to start.
Confused for the glory but now I reach my goal.
Smile on everybody’s face, but deterrent is my soul.

Why do I have these pricking questions?
Was it expectation mounting high?
How can Odyssey touch my sore?
Again the golden rule I sigh.
I started the journey in search of glory.
Missed out all the moments of creative flurry.
Now I learn a lesson from this fable.
All that glitters is not gold but shining diamonds,
Who will shine till infinity, and shine for infinity.