The Dark Red
Her mother told her when she was young,
Her mother told her when she was young,
And asked her not to
tell anyone by her tongue;
It was a taboo for she
knew,
But wanted to get rid
of it as she grew.
At the age of thirteen
she got it first,
Little did she know
what happens next is worst;
Then her journey of
being a woman started,
But was not allowed to
sit wherever she wanted.
She suffered shrieking
pains and peace is all she wanted,
And thought what type
of ritual is it, where women are taken for granted;
One fine day she saw her
mum doing the same,
It is for every women,
even for a dame.
She went to school and
stained her skirt,
And was embarrassed of
it at first;
She started hating
those days and prayed to God,
Let me live the life as
it was, she begged to God.
She sat and pondered to
do something about it,
In the dark pathways of
the world alone she would walk and shout about it;
The world seems perfect
is full of happiness and joy,
But this left the women
just like a mere toy.
It is not a taboo but a
God’s gift,
I wish this would make
the minds’ lit.
It could not be kept long hidden from the world,
Because the colour is Dark Red.
It could not be kept long hidden from the world,
Because the colour is Dark Red.