Why God gave this to her and not him?
The level of pain she carries is always within,
Some hide it since 12, she hid it since 8
So early it is!
why is this wet,
Why is this bad? Why is this red?
I can not sleep anymore on my bed!

Dear,
The cycle now begins,
Its the matter of girls
And of some age women.
So, what is it? I m hurt,
It is painting so much blood,
And will it stop, or will it gain
The body has become a hell
How to survive this red rain?
Tell me what is it?

This is the menstrual duration
Happen four to five days
This is how it has seemed
You need to learn some ways!
But why me, I don’t want it
Get me a doctor
To cure and get rid of it.

Do not startle please,
Its a process of living,
You cannot cure it,
It just gets aiding!
So you have to wait
It’s a routine dear,
every month has a date!
Don’t blame yourself,
It was never your fault
And always your fate!

Don’t tell your brother
Or the cousins in male
The pals you have in your school
They’ll ignore your pain!

So, why me, and not they,
God is never so unfair,
Might have given them some pain
Maybe bhaiya also bleed in some other way,
And it’s their man wing like us,
so maybe we don’t know a thing.

No, it’s not the way you think
This is all biological upheavals
You are too young to know it!
So accept the fact, and live with it
There are arrangements made
To bear with it!
Learn them by heart,
Know every bit of facts,!
Follow them till Menopause,
And then maintain the left out hacks!
So don’t worry I said
After forty or forty-five
It’ll stop, and you can have your acts!

Okay, I realize the truth at this stage
I have to see this red rain
Every month of three
or sometimes eight,
But does it bring any change,
We occur same by the appearance
Then why the hell they discriminate.
Just because these days happening
We are everywhere highly restricted!

And how God can do this to us
And made such configuration,
Which brought us so irritation
Biased his blessings,
and unallowed all permissions!
Okay, I understand,
there are biological reasons
But then what,
do men take it so normal!
That’s is why I am pissed
The God who has made everyone perfect,
Brought us Big red fault
That has to be hidden!

I think she’ll be fine now, She is just eight It’s hard for her to believe this thing,
And what would you reply honey
if ask you the question she raised!

Why God gave this to her and not him?