I bled from day to day ,
Either it was day in or day out ,
Everyday I bled sometimes in agony ,
Sometimes physically when I concluded as polluted one ,
Being a woman wasn't my fault ,
I said to myself whenever I bled ,
I saw many women blaming life while bleeding but I never deed ,
Though I called it god's treasure,
Not realising that I'm going to hear it as shame while saying it out loud ,
Or pollution from people while bleeding throughout the nights and days ,
I bled in buses , autorickshaws , taxes , nights , days , verandahs, schools, workplaces everywhere I could but everytime I bled they known me as polluted one ,
Bleeding which is as natural as breathing becomes the agony of women life where it concluded as pollution.
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