Suppose Your Son Turns Into A Bad Boy

Suppose your son turns into a bad boy, What will you do then, Will you curse your fate Or call a sin of your previous life? Who can say it what it is in his life, What in the life of my son, I think well of them, But it will happen accordingly? People praise me as I keep giving to the world, But when stop I the world come to a stop And it is concerned merely With my giving, The man whom help will also turn away. Suppose your son turns into a bad boy, If luxury spoils him, Parental affection and resources, If bad company spoils him, what will you? Think, just think by being the father of a spoilt child, Of the pick-pocket, the thief and the criminal And if you are not a criminal, The film will make you. The hero is not a hero, but a big zero, a footpath man, The villain not a villain, but a good man And he will make others Turn into a villain. Suppose your son turns into a bad boy, Tears will fall down from the eyes, Domestic life will get disturbed, You will fail to solve your problems. Your men too will not stand by you, They will and go away, Even the men you have helped, let them grow, Will not be beside you. Your son will say, what have you for him, You have helped the whole world, not me, Then where will your education go, What will your wealth do to get rid of?