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Toilsome Slave
Toilsome Slave
‘She looked on the bed sheet
At the blood droplets petite’
She was petrified, she shrieked.
She sensed something hefty
On her feet.
She felt her legs are
Hijacked;
Her strength whacked.
She became the toilsome slave
Of the endless bright red sea!
‘Her mother gave her a muslin cloth
Asked her to put it on
The hand weaved underneath’
Maa – what has happened?
Ignore and go to work, she wept.
She was never guided;
But was always reminded
That she will be an impure soul
From now onwards indeed.
‘She belonged
To a world
Where nobody is concerned
About the hardships she has
To adjure ’
She was edgy about the stains
On the brown wooden bench
That day.
Her body got jam-packed;
She was on gnawing flames.
‘She ran to the teacher
Mam, Mom told me
About this last year’
The teacher handed her the sanitary napkin;
A giant puzzle,
She kept trying
But failed.
The loud hecklings of classmates
Made her stagnate and ashamed.
She became the toilsome slave
Of the endless bright red sea that day!
Her mother told her stories,
Of beautiful warriors
Now, you are one of them, baby,
She whispered.
Stayfree and cherish the womanhood
And be brave;
We bleed to make this world,
We are the evolution,
Never feel ashamed.
‘She is too moody
Her nature is wicked’
Nobody would understand
The pain, the aches, the cramps, the itching,
The heat she feels for five days.
Yes, I’m bad-tempered
She swallowed the fact
Of having mood swings;
No, you are not, darling– He replied.
‘It’s okay! Take care
We will go to your favorite music concert
The next day’
These days can be beautiful too
Some concern, some patience, some care
Is all that she wants.
I should not go to the temple;
Mom, bring her
Her prayers are more heard
His brother restated!
Do you want something?
Dear daughter-in-law
I’m here right beside you
Don’t hesitate and don’t panic.
‘These days can be beautiful too’
Some love, some understanding, some support
Is all that she wants;
In turn of rearing the
Whole Human race.
