Traveling in a  train,
I saw a woman in her teen
The veil had covered her face then
When asked if she was any keen
To strike a conversation with me

A man replied from either back or between
"She has been married thirteen years since."

The impetuous cry of the child on her lap,
Spoke of the bond between her and the chap.
She had seen no childhood no playtimes did she have
Her uxorious husband's siccity reduced her to that.

Thrust to motherhood when she was just a child,
A face so calm with all mischief exiled.

  Curiosity no longer ruled her brain,
Succumbed to everything - no qualms, no pain.

A dutiful wife's life would she lead
I am sure when alone - Her heart in misery would bleed.

Putrefying to nothingness with the train rushing by
She can speak - probably in the eye.

Her eyes reveal an anguish so blue,
Concealed cries of help and emotions in several hue.

Are her eyes divulging the same nothing new,
Contented in herself, Having her Due.