Nifty

In the world of finance and trade,
Where markets rise and fortunes fade,
The trader sits with steady hand,
Navigating through shifting sands.
With charts and graphs, and numbers too,
They analyze and bid anew,
Buying low and selling high,
With every trade they seek to thrive.
The ticker tape hums a constant song,
As prices rise and fall along,
And with each tick, the trader knows,
To sell or buy, to reap or sow.
Their days are long, their work is hard,
But with each win, they play their card,
And with each loss, they learn and grow,
To trade another day, and so it goes.
For in this world of risk and chance,
The trader dances a delicate dance,
Balancing risk and reward in kind,
To seek the profits they hope to find.
And so they trade, with skill and grace,
In this ever-changing, fast-paced place,
For the trader knows, as all must do,
That in the end, their success is true.