Poem by Manthena Damodara Chary
GOD’S MOULD OF GENUINE GOLD
My child is in the mould of gold
The gorgeous gift of God I hold
His elegance I blissfully behold
He will become a lively lad bold
The sun emulates his splendour
He is the world’s wisest wonder
Words never gauge his grandeur
The moon has his smiles tender
The stars twinkle with his gleam
Flowers greet him in their dream
The breeze kisses him in stream
His presence forms mainstream
My child is God’s unique creation
He is the cause of endless elation
Lovely life is an eternal celebration
We cherish it with ecstatic emotion
@Manthena Damodara Chary
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05-03-2017
