Beads Of Gold Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
Beads Of Gold
Every day at the end of my prayers
I make a bowl of my palms and hold it before thee
For a splendid gift without being asked
Your Godly jest surpasses my wit
All with which you fill my bowl
Is nothing but beads of bright fake gold
I spend my time sieving them again and again
To find a bead of real gold
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An excellent excellent poem with precise ending. Loved this highly expressive poem...top score and to my favorite.
A powerful and wonderful poem with a meaningful message. Not everything that is handed to us is pure gold. We must make efforts to distinguish those that are beneficial to us. A well crafted poem with great images. To my Poem List.
Yes, somewhere in our mangled prayers we thread the bead of hope!
on the holy heart the bead or rosary engraves mystically the shining as the bead of gold o it from throne of God it from the highest heaven for true human
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11/22/2025 12:12:54 AM # 1.0.0
If the prayer is true God will surely fill your bowl with beads of gold.
Thank you Hussain, let your words be true