Staring out the window in the noisy F train,
I saw her huddled in a corner, near the drain;
She was young but had that look in her eyes,
a look which spoke volumes but no lies!
Watching her I wondered, but in vain,
to imagine her life and all her pain.
In this world of beauty and joy,
why is she treated like a toy?
Lying around most of the time,
but seen only to receive your dime.
As the train resumed, I asked silently – Why?
All I was left with was no answer, but a sigh!