I looked last time, <br />the barren walls of, <br />my inner city, <br />a torn dirty banner, <br />hanging on, with window, <br />i lived there with my loneliness. <br />a self exile, but painfully, <br />i refrained to adore, <br />and from existence. <br />walking bare hand again, <br />on road of life, <br />that ends on endless path.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-exile/
