Why?

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!


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