Twilight, raindrops and her engaging personification
Seating at Matt, raising her hands, eyes selection
Her adorable lashes lavish the innocent downhills
and her black sliver hairs clasp the red fiery cheeks,
Yet, in the middle, night inhale, when she silently speaks
to the heart of her own, to the start of her mourn
Wondering in the falcons, she sweetly grown
She often sings and swings, when devotion dwells
above her aura, clutch the universality, replacing bell
that evoke the loveliness, easiness, and brilliance
Hereafter, the unheard heard the fumes of coziness
and her forehead glimpses a divine pattern, engaging worth
in her stars, and her reflection ravishes her delightful birth
She, the ember to miserable, the ease to uneasiness
the mumble that mic high, strikes that uprise the radiance
Emotional shifts, ungrounded and glint, might overnight,
Raindrop listens by; windows delight, visage enlight
Since to sense, faith unbroken, so she, blinks bright.
By: Tajalla Qureshi


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Tajalla Qureshi
The University of Chenab, Gujrat, Pakistan