For my destiny, <br />with my blistered feet, <br />on unfriendly desert, <br />i went on, <br />breaking up in pieces, <br />that was just a mirage, <br />all my efforts, <br />vanished in a mirage.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirage-39/
