-Over My Grave.

                (to my sister, Fowsia)

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.