BLOOD STAIN

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 BLOOD STAIN




Little red blobs blooms in my-

Blue and white polka dot under pants!

The blue now wet with a darker red!

The dots of white now a scarlet red!

 

Now my petticoat shares the secret!

Soon the skirt will know,

The world will know, the kids will know,

And I will know!

 

Should have noticed that aching stomach!

But I was busy with my shuttle bat!

Well who could blame,

I was leading by a point or two!

 

I mean what is the point in white uniforms,

For little kids who play in mud!

What is the point in white uniforms?

For teenage girls in that awful age!

 

And the secret has left the layers!

They have met the playground dust!

Now it’s just a waiting game!

Soon there is a wave of laughter!

 

But an angel saw the secret guest,

She ran towards me with care!

“Good God! It has happened to you!”

She said, “don’t worry I’ll help you hide!

 

“But what is there to hide?”

I thought not knowing my crime!

Then I saw the secret guest-

And found myself guilty of the red!

 

Lord! It was a glorious red,

Seeping through my 3 layer armor!

I fell in love with the magnificent hue,

And forgot to feel the needful shame!

 

Yes! It has happened to me!

I am ready for the ‘lady diapers’!

My training bra that dig far into the chest,

Few volumes less for my poor lil lungs!

 

Now I should shave off that awful hair,

Cause ladies are so silky smooth!

I should cover my body nice and well,

Cause no-no for lady bumps!

 

Aah ! It has happened to me!

Now I should die but not die for 5 days straight!

Keep my head low for that burning stare!

And hope not to die on a late night walk!

SAANIKA S LAL

 


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