Remember The Roses Poem by Rupradha Mookerjee

Plunged in the plethora of devotions,
Unable to control my cascading emotions,
There I lie petrified by the sudden shock,
My body numb and cold as an ice block,
With broken dreams and shattered hope
Futilely trying hard to elope.
But then realizing, oh where shall I go?
Coz my world has been buried in the snow.

Unable to believe my moistened eyes
And accept although, right in front, the truth lies,
I keep shouting 'Wake up for God sake.
This cannot happen, all these are fake.'
Not getting a reply, I quiver in fright
Thinking of the last phone call at night.
As the cover of his corpse discloses,
I perceive his last words 'Remember the roses'.

Seven years as the most efficient commander
He has seemed to me as the world's eighth wonder.
Not only has he been a great lover anyone desires.
But also the most daring man in armour attires.
His fights in the J & K Terrorist attack
Brought him martyrdom and me the worst luck.
Groaning over his frozen dead body
I summon up the memories vivid and gaudy.

Last week only he was with me,
Bright as the sun, dazzling in glee.
How come in these few days then
He is offering me incessant pain!
It's pointless living a life without him
I am into endless dark, awfully grim.
With those dried roses I am now left
Lamenting over the dreams we had weft.