
In the stock market’s twisted game,
“Buy low, sell high” seems elusive claim…
Prices tumble when shares are bought,
Soars again when sold, as if for naught…
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Set a stop-loss, and think you’ll be fine,
Yet fate aligns with that dreaded line…
If you book profit, and doubt creeps in,
Regret follows loss, a lingering spin…
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If you walk away, the FOMO will sting,
Opportunity loss, despite wisdom’s ring…
If all seem to gain, why aren’t you too?
Drawing you back to the bustling view…
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Like water’s gleam, they shimmer bright
Only to vanish by the morning’s sight…
Here, ‘sentiment’ is in mind, not in heart,
Directing trades, with a measured art…
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Experts aplenty, with wisdom to spare,
Voices so confident, beyond all compare…
If Ambani, Adani, had foreseen the way,
Perhaps richer rewards for all would stay…
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One crow swoops in; the others descend,
Caws fill the air as flocks blend and bend…
Yet let a “Hindenburg” make its sound,
And the fear’s swift wings flee all around…
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But the patient cuckoos bide their time,
While the chaos masks their quiet climb…
In the borrowed nests, their plans unfold,
In silence, they watch their fortune mold…
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So heed the soft whispers, not the roar,
In patience lies the trader’s dreamy lore…
Unsought gains may yet be found in time,
When chaotic din yields to a lyrical rhyme…
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–Kaushal Kishore
Source: Elusive Market – Kaushal Kishore









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