"bhagirath" poems
HAJARO NADIA BAHATI
VASHUDHA KI CHHATI PAR
NALE BHI PUJATI
BHAGIRATHI KI MATI PAR
BHAGIRATH KE ANURODH SE, BRAMHA KE VARADAN ME NIKALI MAA SURYA VANSH KO TARANE. BAHATI THI KABHI MAND SANGEET ME RUKI HUI HAI AB KIS PIR ME.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
Red, is the colour of Love.
Red, is the colour of courage.
Red, is the colour of strength.
Red, is the colour of bravery.
But then why does the red colour on my jeans, has to stop me ?
Why, every month do girls need to question their potential ?
Why can't I say the word 'PERIODS' in public?
I'm afraid all the while,
This word has to be in hushed tones, in 'whispers', so that I 'stay free' of the whispers behind my back.
I need to carry sofy, so that I stay confident and comfy.
When my emotions have to be concealed behind the four walls,
But every night,
I fear that the wind would silently come while I'm asleep.
And would laugh and chatter with the trees about me insecurities.
I know that my periods are my strength.
My periods don't cage me because I am a bird set free.
I am the Lady Bhagirath,
For I resurrect the sacred red river, once, every month.
Now I go out more easily when on my periods,
rather than staying at home and now I walk with pride.
Now I don't bring my pads wrapped in the black bags because I am not ashamed of carrying them .
I was Daddy's Little Prince who's now become a Wonder Woman.
So I tell every girl to walk with pride,
Not because they say
'Chin up princess or the crown slips'
But because I say
'Keep your head held high wonder woman or you won't be able to fly.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC