A Criminal Element
My heart was completely hearted,
My Past was a quicksand, my ancestors,
Died without a drawing to follow up,
Younger generation has no guide lines.
When a person found a search light,
And noted a formula of luxuries,
He wrote it for his younger generation.
Without roots a tree can’t survive.
A nation that has no roots as Dalits,
Are struggling to find out the roots,
Religion, a long rooted path for living.
People want to survive by conversion.
If someone has nothing to learn from past,
Present can’t build a concreted basement,
A life will waste the natural resources and
Future will produce a criminal element.
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