A Flower Blooms In The Railroad Poem by nimal dunuhinga

I lost my return ticket but the train won't delay for me
And it's already departed in time.
We met on the platform and she invited me to her hideous world.
She goes out early in the morning and comes back late at night
But I have no any objections as it's her independent job.
I never call you a whore my dear because you gave me the life again.

* Some flowers give a rare fragrance and nobody knows the reason?