Yuck! That red stain visible on the skirt is disgusting.
Yet, the blood-stained handkerchief or a bib,
On a riot-stricken road, doesn’t raise an eyebrow,
As the crowd goes blind and scurries away.
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What’s worse! The women themselves,
Often the educated, that too, in science stream,
Raise hue and cry over bloody talks and marks,
And, baffle the already befuddled girls.
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The taboos, still bind the poor girls,
Dispirited as if committing a crime,
Bringing disgrace to their own families
By bleeding every month.
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Such is the extent of hypocrisy,
Where every woman should produce a son,
But throughout her growing years,
Is castigated and shamed for a natural cause.
Sad reality… Nicely put forward
Powerful words. 💚💚💚
Very powerfully expressed
This is really still discussed in hushed tones
Very sad
How do young girls overcome this embarrassment
Great poem and pertinent to our times.
I have yet to come across a chemist/ druggist who will hand me a pack of pads over the counter. He wraps it up in brown paper sheepishly
Powerful💚
Oh wow, powerful. Conveys it all in a few words.