It stains…

When i wake up early,
Something in my stomach is twirling,
Everything goes into a flurry,
As it stains…….
I hate it when i leak,
I hate it when i ooze,
I contain a mental shriek,
As i feel my womb coming loose,
Everywhere i lie, i am ashamed,
As always i leave there my stains…..

Every November, December,
When i am alone in a cold chamber,
I face a hilarious anger
Even if i touch a pickle container,
None is there to take care,
None is thereto pamper,
And i cannot even speak of my pain and therefore i stammer
That yes i stains………..

When it’s January, February,
Everyone is having tangy curries,
Except for me all is merry,
The weather smells of lively daisies,
But i, i smell of my red pain,
The horror of my seed draining in clotted blood,
I must suffer and let bleed,
My share is the crimson flood,
Because at that peculiar moment,
I am the one who stains yes i stains…………

It is March, April,
When everyone where frills,
But i can’t and it kills,
“You are impure, you stay in”, I’m told,
“Don’t widen your legs and try to sit with your legs fold,
You are not the same; you are impure and old,
Because my dear you are amongst the ones who stains…………………………….

Now it is May, June,
Everyone has ice-cream scoops,
All have water rides and chill in swimming pools,
And i have nothing to choose,
Neither games nor food,
And i am stopped from devouring those,
As it stains………..

Joyous july, august,
When all is at its lust,
Beautiful rains on the earth’s crust,
And i am forced to stay in,
On Auspicious September, October,
Diwali and durga puja when occurs,
And i am refused to pray and offer,
Because it stains…………

Its stains, it pains
But its mine, so don’t try to tame,
i was happy when it came,
As i was mature and not the same……….
It is sacred if it stains,
There is life where there is pain,
And it is when you my dear stains……………..

And if you wonder why it stains,
I’ll recite a story to you my female friends,
You’re chosen by the almighty my princess,
So don’t you feel my dear ashamed?
There is someone waiting inside,
Who is every month finding your Mr. Right,
And when he comes to your sight,
The one inside is full of delight,
But when the insider realizes he is not your Mr. Right,
The insider weeps with bloody tears of life,
Those tears are my friends the stains,
The stains of life and pain,
So dear be confident to claim,
That yes it stains, yes i stains………………………..