The Flow of Crimson Trade

Title: The Flow of Crimson Trade

Beneath the Red Sea’s fiery touch,
Traders mourn the waves that clutch,
Global suppliers bear the weight,
While Russia’s trade with India thrives, unperturbed

Amidst the chaos, commerce yearns,
In crimson depths, a profit burns,
Risk and turmoil, a staunch referee,
Yet, Russia’s oil trade with India roams free

As tides of uncertainty rise high,
With every blow, hopes run dry,
Yet, the Red Sea’s wrath on distant shores,
Cannot quell the crimson riches it still pours

A dance of fate, traders weave,
Navigating tempests, they believe,
While the world’s supply reels and turns,
Russia and India’s bond, unwavering, still earns

Through troubled waters, they sail with grace,
With crimson fortune, they embrace,
Traders and suppliers, hands held tight,
While Russia’s oil trade with India shines bright

In the Red Sea’s wake, a tale is spun,
A testament of strength, never undone,
Though traders and suppliers face their plight,
Russia’s oil trade with India remains a resolute light