Finally The Day Comes

Finally the day comes

When others are enjoying

But I would be lying (on the bed).

Finally the day comes

When others are excited (for the day)

But I would be frustrated.

Finally the day comes

When others are laughing

But I would be crying (due to period cramps).

Finally the day comes

When others are planning (for the trip or anything)

But I would be thinking (to get rid of it).

Finally the day comes

When others are drinking cold drinks

But I would be drinking hot drinks (even in hot summer).

Finally the day comes

When others are deedful

But I would be slothful.

Finally the day comes

When others are carefree

But I would be worry (for the blood stain).

Finally the day comes is the poem which is based on menstrual cycle and how does a girl feels during this. Yes, we all know that menstruation is a natural process but still we makes a girl to feel inferior infront of the society as she is on her periods….Why??? I think that we can’t imagine what is going on her during her periods and how is she tolerating all this…. But why we think? What is the need? Only girls are suffering from this na, let them. Why do we care or think about her? They have to as it’s nature’s creation. Then why, why we make her feel inferior?

– Saumya

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A Lesson From Our Parents

Fly in the sky,

It will be so high.

I’m with you dear,

Then what’s the fear.

Make new friends,

And enjoy with trends.

I’m with you dear,

Then what’s the fear.

Wander in the nature,

Feels the texture.

I’m with you dear,

Then what’s the fear.

Let us try,

And makes other fry.

I’m with you dear,

Then what’s the fear.

Desire Of My Life

Recreation of Criscoart painting…

I want to fly, yes very high.

Not by force, but on my own course.

I want to be free, like a flowing breeze.

Not in line, but very fine.

I want to be kindly, yes very kingly.

Not by outside, but by inside.

I want to be real, like the nature.

Not for plaguing, but for benign.

I want to depart, yes my life’s part.

Not in combat, but by my covet.

I want to be in mind, like a history.

Not by atrocious, but with auspicious.