Sonnet-1 (The Dew Drop) Poem by karan baadkar

The Dew Drop shining among thy 'Touch Me NOt'
How can their leave not shy thy bee away?
Each prick thou giveth so amazingly sweet
To eye of beauty's beholder a thorn shall slay,
The question than may arise in one's mind
With the dawn of each coming day
Where all dreams end & a few tears shed
& few words do foresake thy vision's play
Nature's mirror shall lie not
& not of all truth to come shall stay
For stories that stay embraced to thy serenity count
As mood of nature's canvas changes to each sunray
Till moisture sarcastic stand thy diamond to world's daylight
Soon Closed leaves open & dew craze fade's away.