There are some fragments of me,
that refuse to time travel,
they live in grandeur of yesterday,
There are some fragments of me
that travel ahead of me,
they clutch deep into my body
and drag me to uncertain future.
Finally there are some fragments,
which believe neither in beautiful past or uncertain future,
they keep me on the ground and always walking,
they keep me sane and full of vision
I call them Hope.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.