(to my dear sister Fowsia Abdulkadir)

Let there be no pretense to sadness,
        or mourning in vain
Over my grave--my long-lost home
        where at last I return
To, where all content lived before
         ambition drove us all insane,
For it's been this grave for I deeply
          yearn;
For I'll care little to cherish, if I could,
          beyond this my very grave,
So much of loss and sorrow has been
         my lot, the pain undue,
And this world, to me,  has been too
          cold to care, with nothing
              ultimately to save;
From the wealthy trouble undue, the
           tender-hearted love untrue:
I've seen 'the wise' gather and rule
          perforce
For a tyrant-prince---a dishonest man
          unburdened with conscience,
Stubbornly pursue to **** his own wife,
          even after divorce,
Insisting it's of a high 'state need'--so
          atrocious;
No, I'm glad to be at home, dear sister
           to my sweet nature--
Glad, glad to awaken at last, glad that
           an unkind world leaves me to my
                  dream;
Done, done away with  fast-fading,
           foredoomed pretense to love
               and adventure;
Glad to awaken from childish nightmare,
       again to be whom I used to be,
           a real Hakim.

                        -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                         (March 03. 2025/Jigjiga)

NOTE: starting with the 9th-line ("I've seen the wise) till the 12th-line ("Insisting it's of. . .atrocous") addresses the love and marriage which  Princess Diana  
(July 1, 1961-August 31, 1997) shared with  Charles, Prince of Wales then, all of which ultimately and directly led to the death, sudden and tragic, of Princess Diana.