The bubbles that once seemed like brown caps on soldiers swimming in muddy waters
Now remind us of pollution, filth, dirty splashes, stains and splatters
The paper boats are long gone, gone, are the carefree jaunts in rains
The downpours now bring forth the dread of peak traffic jams and pains...
The sky and the earth are the same, so are the waters that come rushing down
Yet, this heart of mine that once sang out, now makes me worry and frown
Bewildered, I delved, high and low, seeking that long lost happy tune
Found it, broken and strewn amongst, memories thrown aside as picayune