I sit on my window sill,
Waiting for the garbage van,
As soon as I see them collecting next-door,
I rush out like a gust of wind,
I am there fidgety
Standing beside my bin,
Blushing, as he comes to collect ours,
I have a huge crush on our garbage collector.
On days he doesn't come even the sun forgets to smile.,
On days he comes,
And we exchange pleasantries,
Which is mostly,
Mum sees stars twinkling in my eyes,
She knows
16/3/2021