my mind's melancholy

What amelancholy it is,
My mind is longing to see those old mighty trees

Climbing storeys
to reach the jam packed galleries

I miss my friends
who are far away from the trends

I miss those girls
who are absolute fools

I miss the mess food
where the taste is good

I miss those classes
where my art flourishes

I miss that anatomy dissection hall
where i chat with my pals

I miss my cute untidy room
which needs 10 maids to clean,each with a broom

I miss that blissful miss
who is responsible for my mind's crisis

Alas!! what type of grief is it
to miss that jali's wit