Whistle of the Wind

I still hear the whistle of the wind,
Look outside, to see whether he returned.


I hold out my hand, to feel his hug,
And dance with him once again.


One moment, one glimpse
That’s all he gave me like a surprise.


I live each day with one awful moment
His voice still echoes in my ears, endless torment.


Memories of him are all I have,
Till date, that alone still keeps me alive.


I still hear the whistle of the wind,
Look outside, holding out my hand,


With a belief, still he can take me along
If not now, next time.