I sang a song
In the name of Lord,
I praised him
With honour my God,
He did respond
Befriending in many forms,
Then came the society
Restraining in customs,
Now I sit outside the Temple
They call me impure,
Whether my friend responded
I'm not sure!
*Note*
This poem is actually a question who decides the system that a female on Period is regarded impure. From Childhood we are taught to worship Lord and it's obvious we become friend, so who gives them the right to separate friends. And if the custom is right then did you really ask him?
I did but guess what he never restrained !
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