farewell of a fairytale.

I could not see anything because of thick spiral smoke that was onwards to the leafy sky.A corpse was smouldering on a funeral pyre near by.It is belief in Hindu mythology that the earthly body diminishes into eternity and placed into Heaven.The fire become dried down .The only evidence was left is burning charcoals and flake white ash.The esteemed priest sprinkled the holy  water of river Ganges.An absolute  melancholic silence prevailed over the necropolis .It not an extraordinary  picture of a 'samsan-ghat'(a funeral place or  a necropolis).But it is not ordinary to a  person who loose his beautiful beloved wife,who is also the solitary lover and the proud mother of his only boy child .Suddenly the colours of the World and the colour of the life became fade,colourless ,the songs became verse.the flowers loose beauty and the time was  stopped.Awaiting become endless waiting.........and waiting      ......and on and on...............on !