Tajalla Qureshi
Fading like a yellow leaf, sliding on a bed of dread
Tapping from top to an unexpected spread
Losing breath that makes the senses alive
A strange clasp with a yellow metallic drive
Pale yellow symbols for the sizzling stains in vain
Beating lastly for a few hours in feverish pain
Grieve grip the dryness of lips and corners
And under the silver clouds, the gardener warns her
Breeze becomes cruel to the yellow mud
All reveals an autumn season in the orchard
Where green waits for the spring to return
Where green waits for the spring to return
Between the tree’s starch, above in the arc
One can see the warmness of the yellow lark
Splashing the divine sips over the fainted lips
Athena embraces the forehead as a strong grip
Holy wind heats the heart from yellow burns
Arthemis pours the magical spells to be a Wren
Daylight decors the yellow for glowing and grow
Selena knows the invisible lime is not to bow
Angel of Heaven drizzles the glistening glow
Bees and butterflies offer a divine dance to blow
All makes a mystical bridge where she has miles to go
Unveiling now the faded leaf rises up like a sunflower
and brings bright love and sun spark in the orchard.
Tajalla Qureshi
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