The Pure Impurity Read Count : 67

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When I roam around the bright,
It calls me to get  myself some light.
I wonder if I am in the dark;
I wonder if I don't have my own spark.

When my tears roll down my cheeks,
That hidden scar of mine screams
Aloud as if it wants to smile;
As if it wants to run away from its kile.

When the stars become invisible,
And lefts the dark unmovable;
I wonder of the daylight,
Which always makes it bright.

When a girl is in her periods,
Especially in the remote areas
Of the country INDIA, 
I wonder how they term her impure;
I wonder how they term a body impure when her soul is already pure?!

 And finally the menstruation blood flows into the diary,
Where she conceals her deepest fairy!
The pain inside and the tag outside
Lefts me with this single thought
"If she is impure,
Then everyone else is impure.
For the menstruation cylce 
Is the pure impurity for which you are in this life cycle."



  • Aug 06, 2021

  • very nice

    Oct 22, 2021

  • Nov 04, 2021

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