Creative Writing

I am blooming rose

I am strong as a rose 
I am beautiful as the red petals that blossom in June
My presence is just like aroma with a tune
Sweet yet spicy, a fragrance that is always roun 
Only the smell of petals survives the memory and swoon
from the inside I am a sharp thorn
No one dares to pick me up, I am the morn
I don’t bloom for anyone, I’m not lorn
I don’t need a purpose to bloom 
I bloom because I am happy not mourn 

- Sumaya Hossain Meem