Bon Fire On The Crossing Poem by vijay gupta

Bon fire on the crossing
Bon fire, nearby the crossing
Gathering of laborers, murmuring of local songs & cruel cold weather was there.
Smoking was alive & they were happy.
One man standing in the corner
He was calm and mum & was thinking about inadequate clothes of the people according to the chilled weather.
Then he distributed his entire cigarettes among them & went away from there.
His neighbor was seriously ill.
His wife & children were seeing him with tears.
They have no money for medicines.
That man who was standing in corner came forward & gives all his money to them,
Which he had in his pocked at that time & went away from there?
Who was he?
Do you tell me his name?
I feel that he may be a poet or a saint.