Srishti Sharma
\n9 – C<\/p>\n
Bleed<\/p>\n
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
\nfrom the heavenly clouds which cannot be seen
\nI cried on that day not screaming aloud
\nnever shared my pain seeing the crowd<\/p>\n
I asked the winds and dust on the road
\nwhat will happen, if this was known ?
\nThe winds pushed me apart the dust told me,
\nthe universe was not my part
\neven though i was the universe<\/p>\n
Scared I went into the clouds
\nthey opened the door but flushed me out
\nThe pain punched me into my soul
\nthe cramps held me at joint of my bones<\/p>\n
Came the sun and sang the sane
\ntold it was not just a pain
\nBeing a lass I was fertile
\nI was ethical to bleed with pride
\nThe sun said , five months everyday
\ntrapped in a sphere
\nI’ll bleed for the man’s sake
\nin the form of the rain<\/p>\n
They painted me silver white
\nfalling from the heaven
\nI met the ground who saves the world
\nfrom flooded pounds
\nWent the cycle on and off
\nuntil the day the sun was gone<\/p>\n
Called as a taboo and filth by the man
\nhe prohibited me from the God of his land
\nI was a poison , wicked and more
\nonly he was the one shining on his own
\nThe land absorbed me throughout the time
\nnot yelling like the others ,
\nhe embellished my fragrance
\nfor the trees and shrubs<\/p>\n
But the man was insane and thought
\nthat girls weren’t the part of the human race
\nI’m telling this tale to all the one’s covered
\nunder the haze of the myths that you create
\nmy sisters are a grace leading your pace
\nthey give you all the pleasure taking all the pain<\/p>\n
Still you throw my sisters out
\nthe garbage of your house
\nthey sit under the dilemma
\ntossing life and death around
\nI see this everyday you leaving them distressed
\nas if bleeding without brutality
\nwas a crime they never met<\/p>\n
The earth and a girl are not two different commas
\nboth belonging to the world of bleeding trauma
\nGirls bleed every month to run the human race
\nit’s time we accept them as normal as a praise<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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