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.