Ode on Hope
If can I hear the only voice of own
Breathing sound at the top resounds room,
The half rays of sun surround at dawn
Sphere thousand birds morning as groom.
At this time one sit on chair with table
Writing about solitary that snare in day,
Spell of life reduce,charm not stable,
Now,neither ambitions nor joy make way.
Unfruitful place where noone gather
Is one getting death-curse on life-bless,
The bright tomorrow that I saw bother
Never remain in dream that crash.
Oh! how they lucky who are together,
But God creates all stories unique,
Don't be dull,who knows,when leather
Become coat but then glitter beneath.
Copyright © Palak Dadhich | Year Posted 2025
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