Those merry beautiful eyes
Are now dim and white
Those playful giggles have now
Turned into gossiping delight
Colorful rainbows no longer provide
an ode to Joy
Happy faces now seem just a
Bizzare antique toy

What age has now dawned upon?
Where even the rain comes uninvited
And guests are no longer gods.

I recall those days
When paper boats were a joy
And not everyone looked like a coy.

I sit on my Italian marble
Thinking of those filthy muddy roads
Where a smile was not a formality
But rather a voluntary chore...

                 ~NIKITA MANSINGHKA