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.