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!
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Is it You?”
As I read this in reminded me of those people who sleepwalk through their lives…seeing little other than their jobs and failing to touch upon anyone’s life….such a horrible waste of a precision resource…time. Again enjoyed reading your poem.