Upcoming Dawn Poem by Rahman Henry

Tired, drowsy eyes. An unclothed women,
Struggling— by the shore of this Bay.

A desolate Moonlight: given birth to her. Now listening
The clashing songs of sand and sediment;

From large and medium rocks and pebble
Falling down moonlight— blood-flooded; besides her.

Still
There's no ending of this gloom;
Each and every night is as longer as 365 years—

Devastated from the menstrual over bleeding;
She begs for a sanitary napkin, or at least,
Looking for a piece of clothing—She has to return to the locality