The child is father of the man
If father is the sower,
mother is the soil
Then why do you forget
That son is the seed
He is your own property
Instill in him healthy attitudes
And positive traits
He will become a balanced individual
Even if you do the same
But you become avaricious
Thinking your child as a
Toy in your hands
And do what you want
He is also mouthed and needs to be
Clothed
You snatch everything from him
And make him hapless
You play with his dandelion emotions
And open the gate of chasm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem