The Cost of Innocence

The pain runs in her innocent veins
Like a slow poison injected to gain
Cold cuddling and accumulation invade
Gradually, it entertains the fades
Pale pop up the begging to displaced

A horrible stone calls a migraine
Faintness attends the occasion, of celebrating pain
Her sickly soul feels to be drowned
in the lake of bleeding aches and ground
Still, she appears in the nook phase
So far, the courage is savoring the grace.

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Tajalla Qureshi - a literary enchantress who weaves tapestries of thoughts and emotions with the finesse of a master artisan in the realm of words. She is a gifted wordsmith from Pakistan. Thereupon, she is the visionary Co-Founder and Co-Editor of The Wordsmith Magazine, where words are woven into magic.
On the flip, her writings have been glorified in UK, Pakistan, Germany, Canada, Africa, America, and India with respect to many E-papers, Anthologies, Magazines, and Websites.