The market began like morning tide,
lifting quietly on hope.

Then the rate was trimmed…
a small cut,
but enough to ripple the waters.

Yields swayed between mid and low teens,
not in panic,
but in recalculation.

Demand stood firm like anchored ships,
reserves rising like a strengthening wind.

Now the curve leans gently forward…
not rushing,
just easing…

as a nation’s credit
learns to breathe a little deep.