Farewell to Bank Nifty Weekly
In charts, you moved with highs and lows,
The pulse of our markets, the ebb and flow.
Every week you climbed, and every week you fell,
A story told in candles, etched so well.
We watched you, flashing across screens left to right,
Volatile prices, lighting up the night.
Traders leaned in, holding breaths,
A dance of profits, losses—and yes, close calls with death.
You weren’t just a line or bar on a page,
But a teacher, testing traders at every stage.
For those who read you well, rewards were earned,
For those who misstepped, fingers burned.
Week after week, you led the trade,
An icon, the benchmark that everyone weighed.
The mother of all trades, fierce and bright,
You were the challenge, the thrill, the fight.
But now it seems your time has come,
That weekly rhythm we must overcome.
The screens grow still, the numbers clear,
A quiet end to all our cheers.
Farewell, Bank Nifty tide,
Your cycles may end, but traders still ride.
In the heart of the market, your spirit remains,
A legend
of trades, forever ingrained.
