Tukaram, Poem 1068

When a vicious child is begotten in a family, his ancestors cry out with horror. Why did he not perish in the womb? Why did his mother conceive him? She has brought shame into the world; she is a sinful woman. He is swift to cruelty and lustful. His mind is active in evil doing. If he feeds not on censure and scandal, he feels hungry. He gathers up every chance of blaming others. Kindly and virtuous deeds disagree with him; he is like a worm that lives in poison and dies in milk. Tuka says, He is the embodiment of filth; mercy, kindness and peace are far from him.