The Wedding - Poem by Vashi Pandey

O'moon you are an handsome groom,
and the lovely night,
is your pretty bride.
She is walking down the aisle of dusky evening,
as sun had made all preparations before leaving.
Her gown is studded with stars,
especially designed by the hands of Mars.
Venus has done her amazing makeover,
she looks stunning and you bowled over.
God Himself is her Best Man,
as he gives you her hand.
You say I do in presence of angels,
while the clouds and wind ring the wedding bells.
In late hours when all are asleep,
you hug each other, when no one bothers to peep.