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Is it You?

Crossing the road ,

on a wintry morn,

I  hit  a passer-by,

Who asked

Is it you?




Getting into a train,

On a sultry day,

I knocked a fellow,

Who asked,

Is it you?


 Boarding a flight,

on a starry night,

I stumbled on a crew,

who asked ,

Is it you?




Breathing out of life,

I tread my way,

meeting none,

To ask,

It is you!