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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