Emancipation: A Poem by Mousumee Baruah

Eons ago, at the start of monsoon showers.
When her playground was filled with verdant colors.
She witnessed the end of her jocund childhood.
Now memories of carefree days float in her heart like driftwood.
One damp evening saw the onset of her monthlies.
And she was immediately whisked away by a few irrational elderlies.
As an inane custom to  sleep on the floor on a mattress
 For four days alone, sans her mother who called her princess…
Later she realized it is not only
 her stories and agony  she bears
It is the story of many of her peers.
Her period cramp don’t give her pain and  woes
As much as the prejudices and superstition give her throes.
Now like charity begins at home, she liberated herself.
 Pledge to emancipated from stereotype, credulous spells.
That she will not let her princess go through all the melodrama.
The feeling of impure, untouchable, and emotional trauma.
Instead, she shall explain to her princess that it is fine to bleed.
Every month, not a taboo creed.
Omnipotent’s  greatest gift to women.

A natural phenomenon.