I am arrived in your city as
I left my train,
The last one, destined to my village
I can see my way lay behind those
Lanes paved metaphorically.
I have nothing to do
Rather listening to those little weeds
Or to stare plainly on those signal lights
Red, orange, and green...
It is a night of honour,
I am here alone!
Being a woman, being fairly a beautiful woman
I am honoured to sit alone in this railway station
In this late night!
Alike my days, my belongings are heavy
Precious like my pretended sanctity
I wish if anybody other than you
Can steal it from me repulsively!
Now, let me sleep on this travellers’ bench
I am sleeping, do not touch me
Do not arouse me
I am sleeping...