It was not my turn to chase the cloud everywhere br It was not my birth to penetrate the cloud every sphere br It was not me the cloud overcast many skies where it shine br br It was me who seeks brightening of pits from dawn br every crack of bonafide fencing needed to be shackled by glee br It was me who fastened the buckles of night with fairy wings br every pack of threatened gear to accelerate high to win the ending br br It was not the cloud whom been paid the maxim to dark the noon br not been whipped to dry the trickery the lovely angel played to defeat br It had no hurry to quick-fit the ramping by flattering the vampire palpits br br It was a choice to ratify graveyards to the grave of time endless br It was to funny the gamblers never earn any coin to please pacific soul br specific journey to join the uncertain whole which never would be choose br cloud- cloud the marvelous peak of covering shades, thirsty soil, reverberate lips br br every time I preach the head to glorify mind it shades requisite none but me br every time see the fields of flickering fables tantalize to toxic testament br a giant never favor branden to bury other gen of hexagon bravity br for crucification br and cloud the extra doctrine manifesting the nature of sublime br makes the person to make impersonate to cherish the reality of life and death. br br Pranab k c br 10042012br br Pranab K.