📊 'the Market Dances' 💰 Poem by WIN VENTURA

Charts rise like lies, fall like pride,
Greed holds hands with hope — side by side.
Bulls charge wild in a golden trance,
Bears bite back in a risky dance.

Tickers blink like gossip spread,
Green turns red, and the brave drop dead.
Whispers of IPO, dreams in queue,
But only the smart walk out with view.

Candle sticks flick like fate's own flame,
Buy or sell — all part of the game.
Some hold long, some flip in fright,
Some pray to luck on sleepless night.

This isn't love, this isn't luck —
This is numbers on nerves that twist and tuck.
So play it wise, don't follow the herd,
In the market's roar, silence is heard.


✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA