The young mind
is like pure
gold-malleable,
an excellent conductor,
ductile,
and of course
well valued and
precious. And, like
any other treasures,
dangerous
in the wrong
hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here the spritual father or teacher can transform a youth into precious human being. You may like to read my poem, Teachers. Thanks