Iqra and witch

Whose is this? I think i know Its owner, quite happy though Full of joy like a vivid rainbow I watch her cry, i say hello I think I know she is right Being afraid of her daily life Trust herself, a remedy right So that have a future bright Feeling Paining, am i right Banded feet with a cloth white Playing with me, like a kite I don't have a sleepy night Will you come out your house Look into nature, gloomy around Surely, might have a calm mind In my silent world, u want fight This is iqra, witch and deep But she has promises to keep After talk and lots of sleep Sweet dreams come to her cheap She rises from her bed With thoughts of kittens in her head She eats a lots of bread Ready for the day ahead.