A million candles, those, who burnt
O’er loss, of that, ”Candle in The Wind”
Would they, ever know, who’ve never learnt
There ain’t beauty, that has, not sinned!

Why deify, ‘Faux-Goddess’, with fawning awe
To a, ‘Queen-Not-To-Be’, our servile salute
Why we, keep alive, a colonial flaw
For a, Glorified, Royal Prostitute!

Men are reminisced, for their, worthy deeds
Women, for all that, they, never ever do
Why our, self-prejudice, meekly concedes
To, divine debauchery, which is, for us taboo!

“Diana”, is an, overhyped platitude
World bestowed, a ‘martyr’s’, metaphor
Ain’t we, shibboleths, of our, servitude
Flogging, A Dead, Dynastic Whore!

© 2021 Vikas Chandra