(an untitled poem I wrote on the day she died and completed after I heard the news I — I wrote it oddly, before – had these odd emotions and wrote something dark – not my usual…. first time I am sharing this online.)

Hot Sweltering Murderous Darkness

Pitch Black. His sardonic grin Red

Ivory the moon, her radiance serene lightness.

Why her lilting Golden hued face – Sad.

Maybe my eyes see What is not there,

My imagination likewise

Or They not see what is there. (I wrote till here)

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Continued and completed after I heard the shocking news.

So Farewell Diana, Adieu to thee, her Royal Highness

Princess of Kindness,

For Tonight, a little bit of Hope is Dead.

© Rishikesh Chhabra [31st August 1997]