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Shhhhh Menorrhea, a Taboo In India

You just don’t want me to talk about it You hate it when we talk about it You know you are a sheer hypocrite Why do you think it is such an unmentionable affair? All you know is how to impair, which is utterly unfair Why can’t we talk about the menarche, unabashed? When I talk about it blatantly, why do you stand aghast? Value a woman’s body and this cycle, we don’t expect much You are witless, don’t speak about it, you only have a doltish hunch Just remember a man bleeds for death, for agony and for misery Do you know why a woman bleeds? She bleeds for glee, for happiness and to create a new life

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Date: 3/22/2014 8:28:00 AM
Dear Kiran - Now this one reeled me in. Things have changed here for a long time but it's still an embarrassing thing to talk about for me. Then again, I'm from the dark ages. Why do we associate such shame? Great poem. Kathy
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Kiran Bisht
Date: 3/22/2014 11:41:00 AM
Thank you for the encouraging words Kathryn. Things are surely getting better here but still it seems a complete anathema to most people.

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