The Dance Of Bull And Bear Poem by M. Asim Nehal

In the arena of gleaming screens
where fortunes rise on whispered dreams
the Bull comes charging, fierce and bright
a gleam of gold in the dawning light
he gallops high on waves of cheer
with every gain, the crowd draws near
but shadows linger, lurking still,
for soon the dance may twist at will.

Now enters the Bear, with quiet grace,
His icy breath, a solemn face,
he prowls amidst the trembling hearts,
turning hopeful turns into bitter parts
his dance is no good for investors
it wipes out money like duster
the Bull, a titan, proud and bold
but the Bear brings tales of caution told
yet those who weather this fickle tide,
with patience firm, and faith as guide—
they learn the art of holding fast,
through soaring heights and crashes vast.

For in the thrum of joy and fear,
only the steadfast can persevere.
while many falter, their spirits tossed,
caught in the maelstrom, counting the cost,
the wise take lessons from rise and fall,
for in the tumult, there's grace in it all.

In the ebb and flow, both fierce and rare,
Lies the art of resilience—beyond compare.