There Is Fog

He took the old bullet vehicle,

Travels in the outskirts,

Searches for people,

Who are abandoned,

His words were warmer,

Then the blankets, he covers on them,

He spends evenings in the winters,

In their hearts and hope,

To make them warmer,

He sacrifices his time,

To make them alive,

He prays for the sun,

If you ask them,

Will the sun come in the morning?

They laugh shows him,

He is our Sunray who gives hope,

So there will be sun anytime soon.