I was wandering through the tempting morning
It was a cool and Windy dry Friday morning
Kochi’s morn, ‘neath skies so clear and bright,
Beside the sea, where waves their secrets spill,
An ancient vendor, eyes alight with sight,
Sells vials of Oud, where fragrant tales dwell.
He sits by the shore, in the cool breeze,
A queen of scents in bottles, lined up neat,
Each drop, a story, from East to West,
The Oud’s allure, a symphony so sweet
With a curious gaze, he seeks the heart to touch,
In early hours when the world awakes, The scent, a dance, the breeze its partner, much,
A breath of heaven, ‘tween the earth and lakes.
In this place, with sea and wind so free,
The Oud’s enchantment weaves its mystery.
Oh, how the scent does rise, with sun and sea,
A sonnet in the air, for all to feel,
In Kochi’s morning, by the sea so vast, The Oud’s sweet voice, a memory to last.
In every breath, a promise of the land,
A dance of the senses, a touch so soft.
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