Oft anon, I sit with you
On the bench off the road
Which leads to `Victoria'.

The habit grows, and I find
Addiction too.
Right on the moment, women
Sitting on the soft grass
Become a market
Seeking buyer for their own.

We both have seen and
Known it too.
And now onward, you
Long to shum the place
As
A Women's market
Stands before you.

And I behold
In the market
You and you alone.
Lo! The irony
A market needs women
For
Negating the woman
As a merchandise
And for the dignity
Of woman-hood.