DARE NOT TO TOUCH ITS FORM

 The petels are cladded with glittering dews,

Droplet looks so fresh and anew,

Faultless arrangement of its pattern,

Would attract everyone, yet not spurn

Gleaming, adorn with colours,

Whorls, suspended from the vase like a velour,

Enticing to touch with the finger-tips,

when gentle breeze lashes, it shakes and flips

Yet , immaculate dew would not plummet,

Watching over a time would ignite joy and elate,

Dare not to disturb its form,

For it may deform,

And its beauties would lessen,

In the course of time ruin its flawless creation

 Dil Kumar saru