The formalities of cremation are over
The door of the furnace is opened,
The flame is ready for burning the body
But his wife is weeping wrapping the body.
From now their hearts will not talk to other
He will be billions of miles away from her,
Fairies will accompany him to vigil and care
Tears will wet her pillow silently at night.
Relatives picked up her, body went into furnace
She broke into tears but shutters dropped down
Ladies broke her bangles, Wiped out sindur
Dressed white and made her perfect widow.
She will search him now in the blue sky
He will shine there gently being a star,
And will come every night in her sweet dream
to gossip, to love and to say good bye.
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I watch my mother became sad when my father pass away and I became sad when she pass away