Trapped himself in the dark space,

So no one knows what’s gonna to take place.

Day and night, he passes with a pleasant smile,

Only to hide thousands of feelings and said he was fine.

Hundreds of people, but had a single sound,

Others are better, you are loser on this ground.

Those words were hurting his soul,

But no one cares to know what’s his goal.

Every time he tries to do his best,

But criticised to being the least.

Lots of questions bursting in his heart,

Why is he so dumb? Why is so vain?

Everyday he thought to do something,

But tagline was given you’re nothing.

Day by day getting into the stress trap more and more,

Like the water tooks away the sand from it’s shore.

Finally in his life that day comes,

When he declared himself a useless.

In the open sky, full of glittering stars,

Jumps from the rooftop only to hide his scars.

Tired of being compared, he committed suicide,

But still criticised that he lost by life.


Mom is not just a word

She is our world.

She takes care of everyone

But never complaints to anyone.

From morning to evening, day to night

She does works to make us delight.

When little food is left

That time she always refused to eat.

No matter how big I’ll be

She always worries for me.

No matter how much I hurt her

She always loves me more than her.

When she is not around me

Then I realize I’m incomplete without her.

Yeah, it’s true

Home is not home

Without a MOM.

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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