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!

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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!

Eivine

Hi! I’m Eivine, a writer who loves to prance around with words! Writing had been my ultimate passion ever since I learned to hold my pencil in the toddler days. Being a single child who didn’t have the luxury of YouTube, cartoons and video games of the present generation, my besties for life where books! My mother was the one who introduced me to the fantastic world of words that wove tales and poetry. One day when she returned from work, she had a big book in her hand. It was Enid Blyton’s “The Naughtiest Girl In The School.” I took it awestruck and asked her how I’m going to finish reading such a big book. She asked me to try it once and to both her and my surprise, I finished reading it in a stretch without even taking a break. That was my first step into the world of books, words, reading, and writing.