The Little Girl God...

There's God in all of us, I used to think.
Not for a moment realising,
How cynical a statement that was.

That was till I saw,
God hopping before me in shining innocence one hot afternoon.
With an upturned silver plate shielding her head.
And infectious joy dancing in her eyes.

Yes, a girl god she was.
Common in your country, you say?
Should I add then,
That she looked pretty poor too.
And of course,
perfectly grubby as well, without a single doubt.
And if she weren't a god despite all those add-ons,
Then I dare say,
No god except that which appears bare in your country,
can rightly be god from now on.

Ah bliss she seemed to carry in her heart - this little girl god,
And the cheeky innocence with which she looked at people,
As she went about hopping -
Onto the steps,
Into the hearts,
Of those who cared enough to smile at her.
(not that many did)

But did the little girl god care?
No sir.
In the wisdom that's known to belong to gods alone (size notwithstanding),
She pranced away in a mocking smile,
At the people gathered there,
climbing the steps in religious fervour,
People who believed in their belief of god,
And that there was god in them.

Keep climbing, losers - her smile said
Keep climbing to that peak of falsehood,
you believe to be faith.
But mark my words, you aimless climbers.
Till the day you stop to look -
at the little gods who pass your lives,
Till then -
Neither will you be in me.
Nor me in you.