Tajalla Qureshi
Rare in all rare, you relish my nightmares
Heap over the heaps, you heal my adheres
You, the innocent impression that never appears
Yet, the only fanciful dream that ever there’s
Praising my locks, embracing my eyes,
Raising my lights, listening to my cries,
You appraise my loveliness, perspicuity, and insight
You squeeze my soft bones with your inner invites
Stance that dazzles the blazers of warm wires
Touch your presence, I whenever, to all liars
I reckon you my strength in sizzling summer
I sense you, my soundness in a stunning stunner
Care for my scars, except my unexpected arcs
Wipe up my tears, clutch my fears, near my sparks
You, my imaginational stance, make me dance.
By Tajalla Qureshi
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