Give me a Rose

Daughter of Anuradha Bhattacharyya pointing to a Rose Plant

I shall give you a surprise

One day, my love…

When the sky is not downcast

And the fields aren’t swaying in fright,

When my search for the best

Prize in the world is over

And the way ahead is clear,

I shall have a glimpse of the finest

And the purest of affections,

When the long sought treasure

Of the jealous dragon is retrieved

And the fiercest beast in man

Is slashed to death,

I shall find the heart in me

To collect my dues

And claim my latitudes,

When all is painted in bright hues

And my returns are pleasurable,

Then, my dear, then I shall,

And never forget me until then,

I shall present you the perfect surprise.

What if the blue sky never appears

And the fields fear the incessant storm?

What if the prize of the day is won

By another

And the foggy days trouble us,

Where shapeless and imperfect nature pursues,

While the beast safeguards the dragon’s snare?

Would you scale the toughest peaks

And be granted your dues,

Figuring what makes a perfect picture

Exactly?

Then, failing all the promises, then

What will surprise you?

What will you do?

When the grey sky groans

And the rough ways torment

I shall carry on with the only thing

That gives peace

And perseverance

And I shall take the brush in my own hands

To challenge the colour of ruin,

Restoring the loss of a dream

With perfect love.

Then,

Not forgetting me for a single moment,

Strengthening your heart

With my love’s strength,

Capturing your dreams,

You travel as distant as you wish,

While I wait holding the perfect treasure

Right here,

With a gift more nearer

More comforting than any other,

A token of the purest affection

One could gather;

I ask you now

Not to wait for another day

But awake before the need of the hour 

 And give me a rose.