Your love <br />reminds me <br />of my napkins <br />sucking my blood <br />that dishonours me <br />discomforting my existence <br />saving me <br />from sufferings galore <br />with a pack <br />of finished cotton.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sanitary-napkins-2/
