It’s that time of the month!
Drop, drop, drop…
And her periods hit!
She cancels all her whites,
No football matches,
Ignores her love for sports for a while!
Drop, drop, drop…
Pale face and poor posture combine,
But can’t fade the facade of her smile!
Oh the mood swings I see,
“Are you PMSing?”
Somebody sarcastically smiled,
Tie your hair before they soar around again,
They whined!
Don’t you dare enter the temple or the kitchen,
Or touch those pickles or the sugar they warned!
Control your cravings to refrain from the pimple breakouts.
Drop, drop, drop…
For those continuous five days
That Indian Girl wished,
each drop of blood that went out
Could even carry her pain along!
But all she did was “Smile”,
While the period cramps were killing her Inside!
The painful little helpless smile.
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