Rendezvous
- Writers Pouch

- May 25
- 1 min read
Updated: May 30
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.
Credits
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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silently eerie... and somehow it feels natural...
Telling stories as stories is one thing, telling stories through poems is just another 👏
To my fellow readers:
“Rendezvous means a designated place to meet.”
Helped me reach one conclusion