Game On Stock Exchange Poem by dipak adhya

Game on stock exchange

Having sold out my stock
I await for bear
He is as usual late
And Ifear
As if I have lost my blooming treasure.

An ox is then always visible
Previously I begged for him
But he is very dim
And spends time interim

Never a bear or an ox
Did not give me summer time
You may think I am not a good player
But that's not a hymn
Today I only look at the graph
And see the fountain of sorrow
Akin to Floral!