Each child is like a mountain brook,
That flow by nature's own set scheme
Just like the breeze, through the mountain pass
Merge and mix with, the ether mass.
You guide the child, in wisdom path,
With loving care and restraints, not wrath,
Else they get ruined in liberties path
Drowning them in, in steaming bath.
Too much of love may make them wizards,
So teach them to share love and regard,
Train them to be loving vanguard
to help the weak and poor of world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem