Roses

Sometimes soft as silk, 

Sometimes white as milk. 

All have a different chroma, 

But each has a different aroma. 

 

Everyone adores it for its charm, 

Hurt it, it would show its arms. 

A thorn is enough to prick, 

Hurts harder than a pinprick. 

 

A thousands of personalities, 

A million of possibilities. 

You may think it's snooty because its moody, 

But in reality it has inner beauty.

 

Lotus must be a national flower, 

But don't underestimate rose's power. 

If I were to describe a rose, 

Here mentioned would surely be close.