Faceless woman

A faceless woman
Stands behind glass
Clad in sari
In elegant pose
People look
Some stare
Others ignore
Or don't notice
But they breathe in
And they breathe out
Living and living
In their plain clothes
The faceless woman
Her sari glistened
Sequined border and
Deep neckline
But she doesn't see
The beauty of garment
For she's on display
And can't enjoy
But others do
In their ordinary clothes
For a moment envious of the
Sari-clad mannequin