*YES WE BLEED*
~Akankshya Das. ⛑

Dear Periods,
I know not how to thank you more,
Thank you for entering my bag of bones.
The moment you came to me,
I knew I was someday a mother to be.
Just like my mother had your gift as my sister and I,
And her mother having her,
Then a legacy going by.
Yes, you are precious!
Every woman -- the most defined feature of the universe, has your touch,
While growing up
It's like a chain - Goes on and on,
Though gives pain,
Is yet a bliss to entertain.
I do bleed,
And someday my daughter will,
That's what our body does.
Trust me, there's no need of making it a fuss or to whisper,
It's a thing where you should be pampered.
People, call it unnamed in public,
Taboos you know!
With taboos come myths unpleasant,
Some, not to sleep on bed,
Some not to touch the loaf of bread,
Some not to touch the God under the shade.
Some not to touch the pickle jars,
To have it not rotten and by keeping it hidden,
To prevent it from decaying and getting sunken.
Like how?
How does one single touch spoil even Gods?
Please do explain me!
They say,  your touch during "THIS" Time,
Will turn things "IMPURE", But this is the way for it to process,
Where I will a day bear a child and become it's mother.
We, need to not boast fake but rather learn some science,
If periods can make things impure,
It's even our dirty hands,
That can make pickles go rotten and give despair.
And what I feel?
Sometimes it comes and I see it,
Just as a punctual child.
And at times it's like a stubborn kid,
I wait for it like it being some constantly popping WhatsApp texts,
But it keep on changing schedules,
And what I do is -- just sit and wait.
It comes and give pain,
Pain to roll on the ground and scream,
But then it's only I who knows what it takes,
To sit with it among hundreds.
To give those mood swings a balanced stay,
It's only I who knows what costs to pay.
Yes, WE BLEED! So what?
When a man dislikes the superiors,
We are struggling to fight with our own interiors,
The pain, the cramps,
The rashes, the stamps,
The stretches, the moans,
The sighs and the groans,
We face them alone, ALL ALONE -- confident and with a smile.