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Rendezvous

Updated: May 30

A stranger you are!

Wearing a brown suede jacket

Leaving thick clouds of smoke from your Marlboro.


A weathered gravestone in a forest, with a person standing behind it and smoking.
Cover Photo by Kevin Braun

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.

Credits

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


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silently eerie... and somehow it feels natural...

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Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Telling stories as stories is one thing, telling stories through poems is just another 👏

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Kiran Abhi
May 26
Rated 4 out of 5 stars.

To my fellow readers:


“Rendezvous means a designated place to meet.”


Helped me reach one conclusion

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