My Poem No:4. (A Silly Poem Based On My Childhood)

MY LOST TREASURE!!! CAN NEITHER BE ACHIEVED, NOR LOOTED!!! 

I Wish I could get Back......
Those Days...,
Which I Used To Laugh Wholeheartedly Without Any Screened Pain That Feels Deep Inside.,
Those Days...,
Which I Used To Play With My Ever Smiling Dolls Along With My Sister In The Corner Of Our Dining Hall.,
Those Days...,
Which I Used To Get Spanked By My Mother In Those Busy Mornings For Wasting Lots Of Upma.,
Those Days...,
Which I Used To Get Lots Of Chocolates Soon After I's Slapped By My Father For Those Mischievous Pranks.,
Those Days...,
Which I Used To Cough Silently Fearing That My Father Would Take Me To My Doctor Uncle.,
Those Days...,
Which I used To Sit Scared Behind My Father's Scooter To Check Out My Annual Result n Got Excited To See Me As School First As Usual(But Till Fourth Std).,
Those Days...,
Which I Used To Sit In My Grandma's Room With Opened Mouth For Her Multi-Coloured Rice Balls.,
Those Days...,
Which I Used To Fight With My Mother While Wearing Such Irritating Tie,Belt,Shoes n Socks Of My School Uniform.,
Those Days...,
Which I Used To Turn The Whole House Upside Down With My Dearest Cousins While Enjoying Our Final Vacation.,
Those Days.........,
That Will Never Come Back.......... Those Million Dollar Days......

Meera Krishna.