] When pain oozes, <br />from turmoil, <br />my desires flames to fire, <br />I know it will worsen to agony, <br />Present with dormant, and volcanic strains, <br />Upturned from ashes, <br />scattered beneath, <br />my bare feet, <br />My sole blistered, <br />with spark, <br />to know at real, <br />that i am still a stranger, <br />in your eyes.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stranger-19/
