Early Morning, It's a foggy day,
There are murky fog on the way.
Dogs are ready to bark,
Brightness of Sun is in little Dark.

Is nothing left?
Why are children are forced to jump in Dark depth?
Is it all our duty for our Indian Child beauty?
It's an Irony of our Society.

Is there no doll?
Will Demons play with ball?
Where are innocent books at all?
Will book play with Moby Dick and Crockel?

Hopeful...