Sky Lantern

And up it goes, straight to sky

Rising high on its flames

Dwindling amidst gust of wind

Unhindered by the cloud dense.

Like a shining star it moves along

Shimmering, shedding all its light

With ethereal glow, up and up

Moving against the slaty sky.

Fighting along all its way

Towards the epitome, shining high

Small and fragile though it may seem,

Burning itself as it ascends and fly.

Spiralling though it may fall

sometimes, off the sky

With all its will, that burns within

It rises again in the windy night.

Extinguished, yet gracefully

descending to earth, kissing the height

Showing us, we all can rise

against the odds, towards the sky.