The First Rain

Mom, it rained last night.

Beneath some disguised clouds,

Under the moonlight. It appeared.

Unannounced. Like you said.

Pestering, staining my favorite shorts

First time, in drops of ruby red.

Perhaps, not the ink tarnished my cloth

Dismayed. I rushed to wash out the broth.

No, this liquid had a bizarre story.

As lethal drizzles of some indolent injury

Enrouted from between my legs, I see

Course through the waters, I did just pee.

Was I dying of a bleeding vagina?

Or some epidemic just hit in south Carolina?

I screamed silence, out of fear and shyness

'coz it was raining red and rosy platelets

From a place that heeds to hide, you see

And there's no peephole for me to jump and flee

With my heavy pants, painted as bloody canvas.

So, I waited for it to clot; like the cut in my ass.

But no, it was that reluctant rain

Stubborn to shower the fears of pain.

Helpless I stood. Escorting my haemoglobin away.

Counting seconds left for the last Good-bye.

And then, enough!! Enough did I fight.

"Mommy!! Mommy!!" I screamed for the right.

Get the medicines, call the ambulance.

Your princess is dying. Come, take a glance!!

Get me the soil to drench these red rains

Get me some polythene, else I'll get the curtains.

I saw you rush for me, smile and hug your little girl.

"Shhhh, don't worry, it's usual" You whispered.

"You are now a grown up girl!! "

Unlike the adamant attempts of the town's Casanova,

Little did I know, it was all baked by the virgin ova!!

And the Ovaries behind those uterine clouds

Winking to ritualize my first periods.

Mom, it rained last night.

First time, in drops of ruby red.

I stand firm now, bleeding life.

'coz I'm a grown up girl. You said.