Like a cloud of fire
I soar a little higher
In the burning light
Of that sadistic sun.
Sinking-rising-
Burning the golden lightening
In the broad of daylight.
He fears not-
Throwing the silver arrows and spheres
In the dawn- quite clear
The dusk, a little dear
He springs, trying to cut my wings
Amidst the shade of rainbows- I hide
Unwanted- unbidden
Not to shed a tear
But only to gather my very madness.
He knows not what I am
A cruel, blithe spirit
Rejoicing in the love that I bore
That from my lips would flow
And so like a lonely cloud of fire
I soar a little higher
Ignoring the fountain of pain
Basking in the glory of triumphant gain.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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