The Day Angels Cried...

The Day Angels Cried....
            by Thushari Wasana Nanayakkara

There is always a battle
To prove who is the first
And who is the best
In the pen-ruled world

Nah! It’s never an 8 to 5 job!
It’s a passion – a mission – a matter of the heart
To highlight worthy happenings lightning fast

In such a trade there also exists, a huge market for juicy gossips..

On one rainy night in Paris
Plans were drawn, with targets to chase
Scandalous moves of a Princess?
Hah! That's news in blaze

          Mission
          Proving pictures of where they are.
          And behind the shut doors, are they bare?

          Vision
          To be the master and the best in the trade
          With pictures to scream “What Di did with Dodi Fayde”

Hey wait a minute!
Is the privacy of a human is being invade?
Oh come on, grow up,
There is no give, but it’s all take!

As they waited in the darkness of the night
Armed with powerful lenses, and their light
Unknowingly they became string-puppets
As its no saint who thought up the racket

Behind the reporters in the dark shadows
Lurked dark death …
And he chuckled...


A word from the heart :

In the early days when people feared that AIDS can be transferred through a mere handshake or a cough and isolated AIDS patients from the society, Princess Diana removed her hand glove to shake the hand of an AIDS patient.  That is something I will not forget as long as I live!

“Your candle’s burned out long ago – before your legend ever will..”
(Candle in the Wind by Elton John - 1997)

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