In seclusion when I sit;
And close both my eyes.
I travel way back in time.
Flying time vision defies.
Childhood friends appear.
Faces clear and bright.
I think of Raj, Arsh and Anas;
And they're in my sight.
A day I saw a drug-addict.
My friend Arsh he was.
Distorted image of puerility.
Sunken eyes, ugly Jaws.
Now when I close my eyes.
I see all but Arsh I see no more.
When I think of Little Arsh.
A drug-addict comes before.
When we travel back in time, often our childhood friends come to memory! When we see them after long lapse of years, time must have changed them all! Sometimes we are saddened to see that some of our old friends have gone astray! Later when we think of them, we see only their distorted image! Enjoyed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A message as well as a tribute..almost kill the two with single stone..Drug addiction is cause of ignorance or fashion that kills or both..nice poem indeed :)