Nostalgia

I miss running behind the trains,

I miss talking without using brains.

I miss the one-hour train journey,

When we use to sit on laps, though it was funny.

I miss boring lectures,

I miss being fired by teachers.

I miss our canteen rooms,

I miss pani puri, with watermelon juice.

I miss running behind dead bodies,

To learn thoroughly human anatomy.

I miss those lengthy vivas,

I miss my three best friends.

Why on earth our journey ended?

Being irresponsible was so much splendid.

Why we grew so old?

I miss those memories when we laughed and rolled.

I miss you, my three musketeers,

Mishu, Viksu, Linzy, my courage and strength.

We all four were different, but one soul.

Bonded together with friendship goals.

We completed a medical degree with laughter and madness,

But the departure was filled with lots of sadness.

After ten years, still, we are the same,

We didn't change an inch, immature, being our only aim.

We are separated by distance, but reconciled with hearts,

Distance made us far and busy, but still together, until death makes us apart.