There are many kinds of pain,
but one is heavily to her...
A pain that follows her
through every stage of life.
First, the red stain of menstruation,
a symbol of shame —
a secret she couldn't bear to disclose,
a fear that bore no name.
The little girl's heart raced with fear;
her innocence lost.
A red bindi, once a symbol of beauty,
now a source of dread and cost...
Then, the pain of marriage,
a union that turned awry —
a beast in disguise, with no heart or thought,
who ravaged her body and sky.
He stole her dignity and light,
leaving her alone in the dark...
Crushing her soul with every cruel word and deed,
erasing her spark.
She searched for solace,
in the silence of the night,
but his grip was tight,
her voice muffled,
her spirit in flight...
And yet, in the next month,
she felt a new kind of pain —
the pangs of pregnancy,
a bittersweet refrain.
A source of joy,
yet a reminder of the trauma she's faced.
She struggles to find a smile,
amidst the tears and the shame.
Months are too fast,
but pains are slowly, slowly...
At her 9th month,
she became a creator —
She brought forth a new life,
with a pain that was a liberator.
And though her body was broken,
her spirit remained unspoken.
There are many kinds of pain,
but one is heavily to her —
She dying every stage,
but everyone say,
she becoming new and newest...!!!
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Vinsha Prakash