Menstruation

I bleed
Yeah..!! I do it ;
Like with those tidal shifts,
Cleansing myself
I bleed,
Glow as a woman,
I flow...
As in azure nights of lunar,
In those days of my menstruation,
I bleed blood...
Its how am born......
To withstand,
As a Woman I'm...!!!

Slaves

All that we do never traced its origin
Anywhere in this world of idiots!
And we still belong to them,
Not own ourself to move, sing and dance;
Again we do the chores to live!
Actually surrenders under the norms;
The notions that often alter us,
Changed to destruct the self;
We fear to end up the tolerance,
And react to rebel the milieu!
Weakened the legs, pulled,
Just to lose the carved life,
Built with tears and regrets;
Over the time existed the death,
But we live here in the inferno!
Harder we move to reach,
The hill of liberty, but far away;
Tied up and beaten to live,
Freedom from the prison of life;
The path we never deserved
But, we all are slaves of our life.....

A prostitute

I sat in front of it, sharp and clear
But it images the absurdity of my life
This evening I dressed like a fairy queen
It's all the reflection of my agony
My eyes are dark and pale; time for my retirement
Still they want me;
Out in the streets, they call and pay
Now I am with a broken identity, vanishes to the world
No one has loved me
They never called me beloved
And they visit me after the dusk falls
Leave me with cost of my body!!
Am I born for this?
Perhaps they crush me to hurt and weep
Again I go for it in silhouette
As the world named me a prostitute