Still Not Late

You are deep in impurity So can not attain purity You are human being So believe life as circus ring You have role of joker Who cries but acts as smoker? Life is under cloud But he speaks loud Parent too act as guardian Whether Indian, European or African Role is same to perform When child is born Religion is taught All thoughts are fought Some kind of belief is injected Rest all is brushed aside and rejected I find in early morning When cuckoo is singing In his glory with praises I pray but with many doubts to raise I fail to understand Where do we stand? In the name of religion In all the regions Can we not profess? With one face True picture of love and hate As it is still not late