Nostalgic Childhood Poem by MAGHU BHUMIJ

Those days aren't going to come back, there wasn't any headache,
There wasn't any trace back,
Aimlessly, unintentionally with elated smile on face used to roam here n there,
Some stray coins brought satisfactory happiness for the moment.
Began everyday with a new dream, with a new hope
Full of harmony, solace, and serenity became the days colourful. Those days aren't going to come back, i am left with a headache.