Menstruation Poem by Puspanjali Sahu
Menstruation
When my imaginations
started stripping in front of me
and I saw
its naked body,
I realized
stains of blood
on my white beautiful cloth
and I cried a lot
Do not know why
Maybe I was afraid of the pain
that will return to me
in every month
or fingers, eyes
that will point out on me
if I could not hide bright red stains
on my cloth
But I was not knowing
those drops of blood
will grow into
bones and muscles
tiny eyes, hands and fingers
and the most beautiful smile
Those are the brave drops of blood
that could make me
a "Mother"
before which
neither pain nor fear
matters
Because of this type of mindset of the society, when a girl is in her period, even though she suffer from a lot of body pain, she prefers to keep silence. This also makes girls to hate and feel shameful about their periods....even though periods are the signature of their ability to create a life...to become a mother.
Word help: When my imaginations started stripping in front of me - childhood is considered as a period of innocence imagination and this phrase indicated entry of girl into puberty phase.
those drops of blood will grow into bones and muscles: the birth of a child
a very poignant and realistic write with emotions thrown in... a delicate measure of a girls feeling at her transition i haven't read a poem on this before...nice write liked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 2:17:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Those are the brave drops of blood that could make me a Mother before which neither pain nor fear matters Wow, what a delicate presentation of a respected motherhood. 10++++