Her Blood!

She sheds blood!
Oh! It is impure!
Her stomach knots into a million turns!
She sheds blood!
Oh! It is impure!
Her whole body aches!
She sheds blood!
Oh! It is impure!
Her body weakens, she falls unconscious!
She sheds blood!
Oh! It is impure!
She carries a precious bundle in her womb!
What covers the precious baby?
Oh! It is blood!
Isn’t it impure?
No! It is my mother!
Whispers the baby!
She gives her life to a new life!
The pain as equal as the crushing of a million bones!
She sheds blood!
Oh! It is impure!
Shouts the new life!
Can she go near your deity?
Can she enter your temple?
Can she enter your kitchen?
Can she touch your plates?
No! She is impure!
She sheds blood!
Oh! It is impure!
Shouts the grown up child!
Shrugging off the fact that, his life sprouted in that impure blood!

By a girl who bleeds and is proud of it! No! I’m not impure.. Neither is any girl out there! If you think so, then your thoughts are impure!

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