The Scared Stain

By Priya Varshini

Just like the flower blossoms,

Her ovary blossoms,

Just how in millions of pollen shelters,

Her eggs also shelters in her

The Just how the pollen drives with air,

Her eggs also breaks down to pieces 

And bleed through,

Seen only as blood, a thing to be untouched,

No one noticed how the body had risked,

To make the blood , keep the egg stronger,

The changes when the egg sheds, 

The depth of the flow, the pain beyond the flow,

The changes in her body internally and externally

How her stomach aches, how it tares the tailbone and how her legs try to  keep her strong without missing the balance and the mood swings which changes at the speed of light

Yet , in these harsh struggles, the world 

Wants her to work in this pain , as if they

Are deal of nothing, just as a matter of 

A pain of poken needle, seeing the beauty 

Of menstruation as the curse to all women,

Where her hardwork goes un noticed but 

Her lack of energy go noticed

By Priya Varshini