Nuptial Poem by Cyriac Maliakkal

I was at the went on ceremony
Of aspirations:
There was held a marriage
Practice.
Walking had ruled with fluffy
White and azure blue outcomes.
There was lot of small coconut
Trees.
Thatches were clashed by wind.
Green grasses had arisen by the
Mighty power of the wind
The bell rang in the church:
The moments were came into
The departure style.
The style of beauty there had is.….…
There I didn't see style of
Politeness for the marriage..