POETRY | A RED TABOO | SONAM SAINI

Don't make that stain,

a taboo,

It's red we knew,

a clue.

She whisper on those days

it's not new.

It should not be heard,

a feeling so true.

Let's talk about it,

not just as a topic on stage,

but as a gossip atleast,

not just in a feminine group

but among a mixed gender troop.

A headache finds an open place,

Why doesn't a monthly abdominal pain gets a space?