(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)
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.
Â© Rishikesh Chhabra [31st August 1997]