Rusted Fragrance Poem by Gracian Balendran

A barren railway station
Rusted are the rails,
Which once carried the
Superior locomotives on earth.
A quiet stillness,
A shattered express stands
On one rusty railing.
Unable to have a grip,
Its engine has succumbed,
It looks as if a storm had blown through
And rain had beaten down
Making the shinny silver into black rust.
The cooing and shouting had died,
The excitement, the happiness,
Are all but gone.
Tears of joy, tears of sadness,
Smiles and laughter,
All have become a distant memory.
The place is deadly quiet,
Where has that fragrance gone?
Never have I felt such bareness
That my soul rusted.
As I stood their in fear,
Thinking that all is lost,
My eyes closed,
Tears flowed,
While I stood with all my hopes shattered,
The hint of her fragrance cut through
Giving me hope.
And the light of her radiant smile
Shone through the rust,
Making it shinier than the silver before;
Suddenly life in me sprung as her fragrance
Spread through that rusted Station.