A Small Birthday Party Poem by Butt Yasir

The music was loud and glasses filled with wine;
A party was going on from nine till nine
Rhythmic music joined with rhythmic dancing feet;
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, Tick.
A swarm of cars and bikes was running
Towards the little mansion, all hearts throbbing;
The cars black-eyed to hide what inside,
May be any minister or any celibrity.
A ditty mad bagger 'I'll get som'ing eet'
But just in sight was made to forget the street.
The untouchs were kept away to periphery,
They deserved the party? A question unworthy
A hundred or two servants were employed
To open the gate and carry gifts inside.
Was that any festival or any battle won?
Big guns celebrating, and lords of the town? .