Rolling from one side of the bed to another,
As the sensation travels several distances from the source.
A quick time of relief comes,
Just before another round of contractions.
A time to think and work on something big,
But no, you’re tied down by what you can’t control.
You pick the once warm towel by your side
Which had gone cold after a long while.
A quick use of the time of relief,
To soak up the towel with hot water from the flask.
And feel it warmth penetrate through your skin.
A golden temporary measure.
The alarm rings and it’s just 2 pm.
A crease form on your face as you hope
That the day moves faster.
And an end comes to this monthly reign of nature’s cause.
Photo Credit: Hindustan Times