Oh, lucky enough my period
I am chosen to compile nature
Who can carry a person inside?
Only a desire is not possible
To carry the human inside without my period
Not the matter of impurity
Neither I am untouchable
Never far away from God
I took universe inside the body
A person who is a creator of a new creatures
I am incomplete without my period
Bhagwati too gets period
Always stays inside the room
Every day, Goddesses are worshiped
But why a woman carrying universe inside,
Is impure? Untouchable??
Despite, all your rejections
All taboos, rituals, sorrow and projections
Keeping quietly structuring
I was nurturing inside myself
I am perfect for that
I am chosen by nature
The red drop has planted the life
Not being far, becoming closer
Nurture a new life in womb
Through my veins, a motherhood
My period is not a curse
Neither a burden but a blessing!
(Dedicated Chaupadi and daughters) April 11, 2018.