Rendezvous

Updated: 7 hours ago

A stranger you are!

Wearing a brown suede jacket

Leaving thick clouds of smoke from your Marlboro.

You pass me every day,

Unaware of my name

Every day we play this hide-and-seek game.

I cannot even introduce myself-

I want to, though!

On the edge of the wind,

Waiting for you to notice

That someone has been watching

From beneath the quiet grass

It is not a big secret-

Just that, there is a lot of moss

Growing softly,

Over the plaque of my grave.

This poem was contributed by Rohit Damaraju, reviewed by Edlyn D ’souza, edited by Nidhi Pandey and photographed by Kevin Braun.

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