Back in the days of candies

This children's day, I am writing a short poem on the nostalgic expression of every adult now.

Those days of no cellphones,
Those nights under the stars,
Those evenings in the mud houses
Those noon now went apart
Back in the days of candies, I feel nostalgia

Those breeze of festivals
Those sense of sharing
Those hands of unity
Those faces of joys
Back in the days of candies, I now hugged by the foes.

A tot when a lover of bicycle
Paters were insanely glad with a trophy of their tiny peep
Every morning walks with grandrents was a relax deep
Back in the days of candies, I am lost in the woods of grapple.

Author's Note

This is my very first writing on this platform, kindly provide me with the improvements if needed.