Beads Of Gold Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair

Beads Of Gold

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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

Sunday, September 16, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: mystic
Chithra 17 September 2018

Very nice poem sir

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Thank you very much Chithra. Read and evaluate my poems please

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Devi Krishnakumar 20 September 2018

Great job. It depicts Spirituality in a higher level.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 23 January 2022

An excellent excellent poem with precise ending. Loved this highly expressive score and to my favorite.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 01 November 2021

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.

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Captain Cur 08 April 2021

Yes, somewhere in our mangled prayers we thread the bead of hope!

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Mahtab Bangalee 26 December 2019

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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Thank you dear poet for the quote

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Valsa George 07 April 2019

You are a seeker after true worth! God puts grains of sand in the bowl of your hands. Among them, he also puts grains of gold. But to sieve them out requires individual effort too and that is what He expects us to do. Nothing is gained without individual initiative. However be assured that you will be able to obtain the valuable ones, if you persevere. A beautiful short poem!

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Thank you Valsa George. God Gives us both pain and joy. We have to strain to achieve real happiness

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