Written by: Pasang Doma Sherpa - 30019, Grade V
Posted on: 21 December, 2022
There once was a little girl,
Who always wonders about the world?
She didn’t know right or wrong.
One day she turned ten,
The world became dark and wrong.
She panicked, she cried,
because of that blood
Her life changed, with ups and downs,
It was getting hard for her to breathe,
In that cold, suffocating room,
Years and months have passed.
How could she handle that pain?
HOW?
If she questions her elders,
She would ask her to shut her mouth.
She got confused,
and asked herself,
Is the blood I throw impure?
Is the blood I throw impure?
