Period - The Third Brain

Period - The Third Brain

A Poem by Payal Kulshreshtha

It pops up like the third brain,
with the advent of teenage.
Ringing bells whenever it enters,
making breast a little too tender.
Coming early or too late,
giving belly and back a good ache.
Sometimes it is over or sometimes it is under,
it flows out like a wonder.
Spotted or clotted,
it flows out interrupted.
Hormone estrogen or progesterone,
switching terms in intermissions.
Making sad or sometimes happy,
it goes on a graph that is curvy.
Saying goodbyes when it leaves you,
makes the parting overbearing.


By Payal Kulshreshtha

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