Melancholy Mist

That was a misty morning.
Some people were crying
Slapping the earth before me.
I was nervous .
was that moment,
Really true?
they were wearing white .
I couldn't hear clearly
What they were saying
Shaking my soul.
I just remained still.
I feel, the whole earth was moving around me.
"Oh God! Please help me".
the only sentence that my heart
was murmuring .
Some of them took me to a
covered physique
I looked into the motionless eyes.
they were in a deep slumber.
Perhaps i was saying "What the hell you all are doing here. look. my mom is sleeping ."
but nobody heard
In the roar of silence.
i didn't know why
they departed her from me
and keep on a pyre.
before i could realise something
one of the heartless ones
Handed over me a fired wood
and asked me to put on the heap.
Then that was my turn to cry.
I was looking at the innocently sleeping face
and the crude one.
i was helpless.
How could i do that.
I was trying to say that
my beloved one was just sleeping.
I too was given to wear white.