In seclusion when I sit; <br />And close both my eyes. <br />I travel way back in time. <br />Flying time vision defies. <br /> <br />Childhood friends appear. <br />Faces clear and bright. <br />I think of Raj, Arsh and Anas; <br />And they're in my sight. <br /> <br />A day I saw a drug-addict. <br />My friend Arsh he was. <br />Distorted image of puerility. <br />Sunken eyes, ugly Jaws. <br /> <br />Now when I close my eyes. <br />I see all but Arsh I see no more. <br />When I think of Little Arsh. <br />A drug-addict comes before.<br /><br />Md. Asadullah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distorted-image-2/