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