Appeasing The Tell-Tale Of Black Rose Poem by Tajalla Qureshi

Glinting and glittering
in the Eden's Heaven
Deviated delight as the only
Dancing Dale in eleven
Height of blackness
with the entire in its fragrance
Aesthetically, tell-tale a round saga
Glimpse of sensibility and sensitivity
Swiftly charisma and cherishes the rarity
Often rare and overhead care
awaits the unveiling of obsession
The soften sensation, the distinctive dimension
Swings her even the blackness of nightmare
with the protection of affection and all fair
Rubies redeem for the melodious nector
Blooms and grooms over endless sectors
Black Rose that dances alone in the blackness
yet, the interweb weaves the core brightness
Intellect, the unimaginable selection, radiates
the glimpses of her softness, Godly creates
It has been seen the veins are fully joyous
which the moonlight often sips to rejoice us
It has been swung through the tornado of disaster
Relishes the soft readers to magnify melody in her
Slowly whisper in silence, the fragrance filters
the melodies mingle, the clouds clip her
Away from drafts, it was a heaven-like craft
Yet, often the petals drop down because of hardness
in the hearts, offensivness in the eyes and
ignorance in their lives
But morning delights intertwine the soulful slides.