Red Moana

Far apart from human sight,
a silent force takes its own flight.
It is a sacred map only we can read,
a secret language only we can heed.

A King tide only Queen can feel,
a mystery it will soon reveal.
A world where only she can be,
it's the "Red Moana," a painful sea.

The moment we hear RED,
a heavy stress fills up our head.
A churning torrent of worries starts,
an octopus wraps around our hearts.

A current whispers through the blood,
a silent, endless, raging flood.
It's a burden meant for only some,
a trial we're told we'll overcome.

A powerful passage, wild and free,
the geography of our own deep sea.
We are the only lifeguards here,
while drowning with no one near.

Baffled, what's going?
No one here is truly knowing?
What way is this poem showing?
What river are we silently rowing?

We call this by varied names,
a quiet way to hide our menstrual shame.
‘Special Day’, ‘Birthday’, ‘Aunt Day’, ‘Code Red’,
Gosh, to keep it far from your itsy-bitsy head.

The silent bane rules us like machine,
The odd behavior commands our routine.
The society norm increases our difficulties,
The dogma thinking controls us with ease.

In great dilemma what to do & what not,
I feel like a bot, totally lost the plot.
It comes with tension, goes with confusion,
It's like living half life in a delusion.

Agreed, pain has a beautiful reason,
the fruit blooms only in season.
The sufferer has its own motive,
making us moody & emotive.

But we are blessed survivors,
becoming the strivers.
Overcome the obstacles, make our inner call,
& soon we will break the untouchable wall.