In the silent night, Chand begins to rise,
Casting silver beams across the skies.
Gentle whispers echo through the air,
Embracing dreams with a tender care.
The stars gather around in quiet awe,
Guided by the moon’s celestial law.
Chand’s light paints shadows on the ground,
In this serene moment, peace is found.
A lover’s gaze meets the lunar glow,
Hearts entwined, where secrets flow.
Under Chand’s watchful, knowing eyes,
Promises are made, never to disguise.
The night deepens, yet the light remains,
A beacon of hope through joy and pains.
Chand whispers softly, “You are not alone,”
In its gentle light, we find our home.