Scented Serenade

By Lekshmy Thrideep

In the morning light, a scent so divine,

Freshly baked bread, a treasure to find.

A warm embrace, a comforting sigh,

The aroma of bread, like a lullaby.

From the oven's kiss, a golden hue,

Filling the air, a fragrance anew.

Crust crisp and brown, a symphony of taste,

The smell of bread, a memory embraced.

Whispers of yeast, a dance in the air,

Soft and inviting, beyond compare.

Each loaf tells a story, a tale to be told,

The smell of bread, a tradition to hold.

By Lekshmy Thrideep