If your son turns into a bad boy, how will you take it
If if your son turns into a bad boy,
A spoilt child,
How will you take to it
If though you are in high position?
It will pain your heart not doubt
And you will think of your karma-dharma,
Your previous sin and its expiation,
Past sins and its bhoga
Which you will have to expiate.
Your sense of position and honour turn into dust,
The things you have earned will vanish away soon
If the son is bad,
A bad boy
It will finish it all.
All the time you did the works for others
And for you yourself,
A man in power and position,
Btu you never did you see you your son,
So do you keep repenting.
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