POOJA
Within the depth of the red,
The demons rest,
The temple grounds must stay pure and clean,
The womb space must stay pure and clean,
Swami banished me from the temple grounds,
He said I am impure,
My purity would return in X days,
Swami said the village must know I bleed,
They rang the bells of blood,
They sung the songs of menstruation,
Swami said I am ready,
The men came and laid saris at my feet,
They laid jewellery and begged at my knees,
Swami banished me from the temple grounds,
He said I am impure
My purity would return in X days,
My flow becomes tethys,
My purity resides within me,
From bones to ash to blood,
To each holy drip of menstruation,
Within and without menstruation,
I am pure,
But Swami sees me as impure.