I miss those days

Ah! I miss those days
when I could
put a cannister
on my head
and act as
a space cadet.

Ah! I miss those days
when I could
have a belly laugh
and roll on the floor
whenever I want to.

Ah! I miss those days
when dewdrops
charged me up,
Moon (Chanda mama) bewitched me
and when a
fountain was all
I wanted to
make my life perfect.

Ah! I miss those days
when everyday was
new for me
when I didn’t know
what future was
but all I believed
is that
it would be
bright like today.

Ah! I miss those days
when I unrestrainedly
embraced
and kissed
those who made me
feel good.

Ah! I miss those days
when the losing a toy car
was the biggest loss
of my life
and getting a new one
my greatest victory.

Ah! I miss those days
when I could laugh, yell
and outcry promiscuously
when I could
emote with
uttermost passion

Ah! I miss those days
when I could
get up, dust it off
and continue
with the same
exuberance.

Ah! I miss those days
when I didn’t know
the meaning
of politics, aim
aspiration, purpose
or envy.

Ah! I miss those days
when my existence
was uncomplicated,
my necessities basic,
my wants
restricted to candies
and a ride
on a toy trolley.

Ah! I miss those days
when I was
really, actually
content.
When I experienced
the happiness
and didn’t just
read about it.

Ah! I miss those days
when I was free.