Give Me A Rose Poem by Anuradha Bhattacharyya

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 celebrate the present hour
And give me a rose.