It's Good To Meet Me Poem by Vishnu Pandit

All along I walked, this lonely boulevard;
Shadowed by my past.
Some, came close to hold my hand; some left me
With a broken heart.

Some, were nice enough to greet me and some,
Were difficult to bid adieu.
Holding pieces of me I walked, fell & stood up again;
To stride on, I learnt; I knew.

Sometimes, it was the lonely mountains and
Dessert sand; so full of strife.
Others, were calm villages, fairs I crossed
Sparkling, colourful; brimming with life.

And suddenly my feet stopped to look at
What I saw; ‘twas new.
Like self in the mirror, a hand reached out;
‘Nice to meet you'.

As I reached to touch the inside of me,
In shock and awe, how could it be! !
I forgot to move, the walk I walked;
The air I breathe, the words I talked.

But it was happening as the hands met,
A reflection of me, my life's set.
A walker of life, preacher of good,
A smiling face before me, stood.

Wondering, what made me stop was the smile;
The talk or the face?
The reminiscing child, a like story or
That moment's grace.

Suchlike it was, in the end may be
Didn't matter;
Effortless was the summary, and
No sound of shatter.

On this road I was meeting myself,
After all this time;
Amazed was I as a life shared,
Rendering of mine.

I walk again, but
I laugh and realize,
Not always is divine cold and sundry.

I now see into Thee,
It was good to meet me.