Queen Of Hearts Poem by Shankaran Kutty

(Written on 31-08-2014,17th death anniversary of Princess Diana)

Seventeen years ago this day
A rose in its fullest bloom
Withered away to plunge the world
In a day of darkest gloom

As death of the most loved princess
Across media channels swept
For the guardian angel of the poor
Millions across the world, wept

Chased by the feared paparazzi
Across streets of Paris they fled
A high speed crash in the Alma tunnel
Left Princess Diana, dead

Born to the honourable Frances Roche
Her father, The Earl Spencer
A royal upbringing did have she
The future Countess of Chester

A royal princess indeed was she
Consort of the royal heir
Proud and pretty, she was forced to be
In the centre of public glare

In course of time two handsome sons
Future kings, she did bear
But to be a puppet in the royal palace
Simply wasn’t her flair

To the sick and poor, her love she gave
A caress to wounded hearts
But before more wanted souls she touched
Destined, was she to part

Little children in darkest Africa
She helped to weave a dream
And all that ever she asked in return
Was on their faces, the sparkling gleam

Tireless she worked, for the poorest poor
For millions, last ray of hope
A ray of light for the downtrodden
Who in eternal darkness grope

She fought against the deadly wars
And a humane forum she led
Against battle fields planted with mines
That left more maimed than dead

Adored she was by the British public
Their pretty, loveable darling
Respected princess, but loved her more
As a compassionate human being

To raise more funds for charity
She travelled many a mile
As millions flocked to see her speak
To see her charming smile

And step out she would in to their midst
Their worries, patiently hear
And laugh and smile with them as one
And wipe their sorrows and fear

A private life she never had
No escape from the public eye
In the midst of all the media glare
Her life, slowly slipped by

As her husband rekindled his childhood love
And the media went into a frenzy
Admirable was her steady head,
A public trial she did not fancy

Oh Diana, we haven’t had enough of you
Like you, we need many more
To make this world a better place
To heal more hearts that are sore

Another one like you won’t be
You are a blessing in a generation
As long as man on this earth shall be
Deepest be your veneration

Perhaps He needed you more in heaven
To spread the message of love
But for us parched souls down here
Shower your blessings from above

From this world, you may have been
Forced, so cruelly, to depart
But in our hearts you will always live
As our royal Queen of Hearts.