I am going with it.

It is anger
That is destroying me
From the beginning
Not the hope.

I am getting pleasure
In hope
Let me go.

Hoarding in any manner
Is wrong acts
That is the only sorrow.

How dare you say
I am unfair
In this sky.

The sky is breaking
Before me as you see
with the clouds of rain.

Still I have hope
Still i have dream
Still I have life.

Hope is a tie
I love it.

gajanan mishra

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-is-a-tie/