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A symbolic poem that talks about menstruation and how it unites the women.
This is a poem on menstruation. Red Rain symbolizes bleeding and Red roses symbolize vagina . In the poem, there is a red rose who doesn’t bleed so obviously. She feels the odd one out but here all roses hug her and give her a place in their bunch. This emphasizes on the essence that sisterhood unites women.
The clock strikes thirty. Times up. It’s time for Red Rain to come Red Roses wake up from a long sleep Roses Open up their arms with rejoice to welcome the Rain.
Red drops falls down On the roses Makes them as glossy as honey Roses giggling Gossiping with each other One excites “Red Rain procreates” Another one muddles “Red Rain puts all of us in a Golden Cage” One in middle cries “Oh !!! Red Rain hurts” Anther one whispers ” If not rain, One is not FIT ” the wise elder one declares ” Red Rain is our prestige”
In a little corner One with tears on her cheeks Bemoaned ” I don’t have Red Drops” So the one came And took a red tear from her Red cheek And sighed “See you have Red Drop, dear” You still are a Red Rose”
All roses hug her The bunch Farewell the Red Rain To come again , When again clock strikes thirty.
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