Just A Rose Poem by ayan gupta

Standing at your grave
Thinking,
It could be someone else's life
But why you?
Why try to be so brave?
He was a soldier
Martyr did he die.
Splendidly lifeless was I
But just could only cry.

A faint memory striked my head
"Do me a favour.
When I'll be dead,
Do not forget
To take out of my pocket,
The rose red."
His words made me reminiscent.
Never knew, it'll be painful to this extent.

It all started
At a library with a glance.
Short sleeve T's, khaki pants
Without a doubt
He was a man made for romance "He's the one"
My heart ecstatically said
"Go on, don't be afraid."
I don't blame myself
But he made me stalk him
Through every street.
No killer I am,
I just wanted to meet.
But suddenly,
I lost him near a crossroad.
A deep cracking voice echoed
"I don't like to be followed."
Dumbstruck was I
Suspicious was he.
"Would you mind to have a cup of coffee? "
I gulped.
"Only if you're paying up"
Sternly he said. "He surely is the one"
I gasped.
From coffee to dinner dates,
Not only me but he also paid.
We frequently used to write letters,
Bcoz retrospect suited us better.
I could never expect
I would ever receive
So much love and respect.

A Pisces made for a Leo.
I still remember
The awkward conversations
And longwalks under
The flickering street lights.
Our need for each other
A perfect example of obsession
Every moment spent with him
Was my dearest possession
My strongest desires
I always tried to hide.
But I fail to understand
Do all soldiers have the power
To read your mind wide?
Not kissing like teenagers,
Not having tantric sex
But walk miles
In a vineyard, spending
Warm afternoons strolling down
the rows of heaving grapes
Sharing a romantic dance.

Came the season of monsoon.
I know that did happen too soon
Not di I remember much to say
But, oh my, that was indeed a day.
As the first drops of rain poured down
I turned around
Only to find him on his knees
"Will you share your umbrella
With me for the rest of your life? "
He asked, as he sneezed.

Here was my response
"Well then, if you love me
Half as good as I love you
There'll be a wedding
In a week or two."
Call it my bad luck or his
But who has ever escaped the fate
And it's consequences that always endures
"Duty calls my dear, I must obey
But I know you won't forget me,
I shall always think of you though far away
Though war may take me far away.
And, and!
Do me a favour.
When I'll be dead,
Do not forget to take
Out of my pocket, the rose red."
With tears in my eyes, I heard
Every word
While I hugged him hard.
For I never could apprehend
It were his last words.

Now here I stand
In front of your grave.
I stood near his corpse.
His fragrant body odour gradually
Mixed with the earth's pungent scent.
I kissed his cold forehead
And let him sleep in the deep soil bed.

The rose had lost all its delicacy
So did my mind.
And now after the time
As long as he lived,
His memories still remain
My happiest pain.
When people ask me
"Your favourite bookmark? "
"This"
I smile with tears in my eyes
And show them
The dried rose.