The True Worship

Standing outside the temple threshold,

Tears in my eyes and hands in a fold.

I whispered my prayers with a heavy heart,

My monthly bleeding had made its start.

For long, I had planned to worship and pray,

But age-old values spoiled my day.

I couldn't enter, I couldn't touch,

Stood outside couldn't do much.

I got a shock when I turned around,

A little girl in rags I found,

I fumbled for my bag and purse, "Oh shit" I uttered in a curse.

I had forgotten my purse at home,

The girl was dusty with her hair uncombed.

I walked to my house, and she followed me behind,

A storm was in my heart, I had lost my mind.

She had large pretty eyes, which spoke without words,

They pierced my heart, like a sharpened king's sword.

She walked with bare feet, behind me all the way.

Keeping a distance in a strange little play.

I rushed to my room and grabbed all I could get,

Chocolates, biscuits and some aid.

I ran downstairs and she was there still,

An innocent smile a divine feel,

I gave her the goodies for the festive day,

I felt I have worshipped the real not clay.

My heart was overwhelmed with ecstasy and bliss,

I felt God had come to fulfill my wish.