Welham Girls' School

Let not the petals fray!

Can I touch the passion, so palpable-

In its glory, I believe lies the spirits of the lords.

I know not the heat, the burn,

the love of hatred with which it comes.

The power, so pure-

To create or destroy, to believe. To deny.

The golden blaze,

Blue and pyretic? But nay, not here,

We here, find the warm shades of love and aspiration,

existence the cause of the sun

So like a dahlia

That blooms into being in the need of winter end.

 

Illustrator -  Navya Kohli