O policeman, beat you not the other man's son,
If you've to,
Beat you your own son
And having beaten him, you will feel it
What it lies in being a father
Of a son,
A good son or a bad son?
You will weep after having beaten the son,
Even if not while beating,
Later on, you will feel it definitely,
Sometimes the office too hinders in making
A career built,
Sometimes too much love too spoils a child.
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