Gordon, George, and Molly take flight,

To Kerala’s roads, a pure delight.

Motorcycles ready, adventure’s song,

Through lush green hills they’ll ride along.

But trouble struck—a visa snare,

Plans disrupted, hearts aware.

Yet Oommen and Shafi rose to the task,

With courage and grace, no need to ask.

They spoke with power, calm yet bold,

To clear the path, a tale retold.

Through bureaucratic twists and turns,

Their victory, a fire that burns.

Now Cochin waits with open arms,

Spices, smiles, and Kerala’s charms.

With engines roaring, spirits high,

They’ll chase horizons beneath the sky.