Art by Holly Warburton
Burning a hole in your heart,
it makes you go purple-green-red,
for it is not just fury,
it is a whole journey
that starts with love,
and ends in hatred.
You find someone,
and you love something,
and you love and you love and you love
till they find someone,
and love something,
and they love and they love and you watch.
You envy their beauty,
and hate their charm,
but never has anyone taught you to give up.
For you're the sun,
burning small fires within,
blazing over all flowers the same.
But you pick the sunflower as your favourite,
and you protect it, you nourish it,
and it loves you, basking in your glory.
Till one day you wake up,
your vision clouded,
peeking through the thick curtain of rain,
find your sunflower kissing another.
It fuels you so much;
the earth rots underneath.
You laugh your devil laugh;
they're paying for the sun's flower.
Merciless you go,
everything in your control,
when you see your arch enemy
stealing your spotlight,
shining a bright white.
It soars and smiles,
while you sink and cry;
the earthlings hail it
a sign of peace in the sky.
You snarl, call the moon for a fight,
but it stays, much to the lover's delight.
Now you see love blooming on the other side
while you eat stardust and smoke, waiting for sunrise.
Ashlesha
Second Year
Geography Department
Edited by Amrita Singh and Anshika Srivastava
Art curated by Shreya Bhasuru
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