Birthday

Last evening, when I was collecting 

Plastic bottles, polythene rags,wrappers

and  scrap  paper

It was little dark.

I heard some noise, song etc from a house

Peeped into the window

Happy children were  eating, dancing, singing

One cake was on the centre table

Like a flower surrounded by some bees

A candle burning to its initial smile

Before I understood

what is going on there

I started shivering and

ran away to make a fire.

Because It was a winter evening 

and I had only a torn half pant to wear.