The
#trader wakes before the light,
Charts still burning through the night,
Lines of hope and waves of fear,
Every candle whispers “here.”
The market stands, a silent king,
Unmoved by prayers the trader brings,
No mercy shown, no lessons free,
Only price and probability.
The trader strikes with rules and plan,
Cuts the loss, protects the land,
Ego falls, discipline stays,
Survival wins the longest days.
Some trades bleed, some trades fly,
The market never asks you why,
It tests the calm, it hunts the weak,
It breaks the loud, rewards the meek.
At last the truth both come to know:
This war is fought in highs and lows,
The market isn’t meant to lose,
The trader wins when he refuses.