‘Scattering your ashes in the Mahanadi River’

I sway

pretend you are my child
that the weight is beating heart not vase or cloth

I crumple to the earth's crust further and to sun I plead Disintegrate me 

but she does not
Remember your tiny feet in the sand, now begging for footprints  

I watch you become grey shreds of air saying 'Don’t leave me, don’t go’