I have to teach my son,
Cultural norms of love,
Duty and mutual care.
I have to give him knowledge
About brotherhood, neighbourhood,
Democratic ideology and life.
I have to teach my son under this sky
How to lead a good life on the path of truth.
But where is my son
I have to know first and
Search him out from the clutches of
Demons and evil power.
I have to admit, my son is
Within me and ready to come out tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very insightful thought about your personal relationships. But, I am perplexed and fail to understand how a mere collection of phrases make it fit to be a poem. This script may be viewed as a quote, but it cannot be considered a poem. The Author needs to obtain a copy of a Wren and Martin and study it carefully. It just seems like an exercise to increase the treasure island standings.