Dark petunia by Prachi Kholia

Do not look for me 

Because I am not there.

Black petunia in the snow

Think of dawn, 

That’s where you will find me.

In that moment 

Before I disappear again

To be born tomorrow;

Counting days and night 

And rain drops.

Black petunia,

My dark petunia,

Come find me 

I’ll meet you there.

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Prachi Kholia is a Lucknow based writer with a curiosity for everything ranging from Science-Fiction to Ancient History and a passionate love for reading; she is obsessed with the stars and the emptiness they reside in, often trying to weave stories through her poems. Her works have previously been published or is forthcoming in literary publications like Rhetorica Quarterly, The Chamber Magazine and Dreich Magazine.