The Judge - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings.
I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my
How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh
his merits against his faults?
When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my
When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him.
I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may
chastise who loves.
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