The day she turned thirteen,
The day she started bleeding,
She was restricted,
From all the comforts of life.
Imparted from worshipping,
Celebrating her favourite festivals.
Drawn on the corner,
She wished to be born as a boy.
Her faith in humanity was destroyed,
Upon seeing the chemist,
Wrapping the "taboos and the dirty",
In black, away from the "pure" eyes.
She cried till her eyes numbed,
Her pillow kind enough to be mumbed.
She screamed in her pain,
Yet society discarded it as a hormonal game.
She was determined to change the world,
Never wanting to ask for 'whisper',
Because it ain't a subject to hide,
It is the nature's way to show the society,
It's a girl with pure blood to create a life!