My God Your God

(This poem has been written in a neutral tone. My God and your God means Superficial God and Real God, who is above of all divisions. “My God” doesn’t mean the God of my religion, and “your God” doesn’t mean the idea regarding God of another religion, other than mine. But still, you’re free to feel offended. If you do, then you need to change not my thoughts. And as for my reader friends who know what I think and appreciate my thought process, sorry for speaking in such a rough tone in this paragraph.)

Your God is Black and White,

My God is colourful.

Your God is Binary,

My God knows how to count till zillions.

Your God is a mason, who teaches you to build walls.

My God is a teacher, who teaches how to live.

Your God judges you, of sin and good deeds.

My God is my Father who accepts me for who I am.

Your God needs protection.

My God is the Creator of the Multiverse.

Your God seems to be on Instagram, who needs more followers.

My God is a well wisher, who wishes good for all.

Your God teaches They.

My God teaches We.

Your God sits in religious places.

My God sits on the street, outside that building, to eat sitting beside a beggar.

Your God ignores the needy.

My God stands beside the poor.

Your God lives between four walls.

My God lives in between four chambers of the heart.

Your God has Enemies.

My God has Children.

Your God knows Division.

My God knows Addition.

Your God was created by you.

My God created all.