Birthday

Last evening, when I was collecting 

Plastic bottles, polythene rags, paper

It was little dark 

I heard some noise, song etc from a house

Peeped into the window

Many children eating, dancing, singing

One cake 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

I started shivering 

With only a half pant, half torn

It is winter going on here

I ran away to make a fire.