A boy is just like a mirror, who mirrors the notion of others feeded in him about him.

If you raise him with
affection and love,
He Wins the all
and Rises above.

And If you scold him
with hatred, dislike,
Defeated one he is
a looser belike.

He is tormented,
annoyed,  in grief,
Heartbroken, in misery,
No passion, No lief.

But blossoms in desert
and rough terrain,
and care sympathy
sets free him from pain.

He can crush hurdle
with his fist and bust,  
But beforehand
your trust  in him must.

If you place reliance
on action, his deed,
Then for him Nothing
impossible indeed.

Since cruel  words
ignited  with roar,
Makes his heart numb,
frozen and soar.

If he  is in fear  and  
you treat him well.  
He gets stronger
this I have to tell.

Since boy and a mirror
are truly  alike,
As Mirror reflects
the image the light.

He  also give back  
the notion of all.
What you put to  boy,
a  rise  or  fall?

Ajay Amitabh Suman:
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