Roses All Over Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Roses have thorns
They not only smile but warn
Keep away else you may bleed
Touch me only when honestly need

Make correct approach
Think before you act as such
Thorns may tear your skin apart
You will forget to make me sweet part

Pluck me with care.
Plan honestly and dare
I shall blossom with full smile
Passers by may watch and praise my style

They adore me as king of kings
Pink and red as beautiful wings
No flowers have been bestowed such honor
I represent love and as such meant for

I have my own world
Shine at peak when put in nice fold
My shattered leaves too have different smell
Roses the king have difference to tell