Whence once I heard the faint whisper of the rushing wind It formed a name in the air, whispering The faint decibels that your soul voiced Called out to me, unheard and unvoiced Sweeping right back I searched for your figure Forming shapes in the clouds Awaiting your selfless shoulder “Oh brother!” I cried out, “Where had you gone?” You curved your lips and embraced me for long My head felt light. My soul lingered And I drifted to another world To a scape bygone As toddlers, I saw us playing on the hill tops Amidst wintery clouds I saw me run after you and fall on the ground And suddenly you turned, with concern on your brows Chasing back and picking me up Brushing my tears and swinging me up I saw us race to the school in the mornings And I saw you hold my hand while returning But then I felt my hands bereft My head felt light. My soul revered I saw me race alone to the school And I saw me fall and chase the lonely cloud I saw your face, and its obscure lines My wet eyes rained bringing me back to this time Sweeping right around I again searched for your figure In vain I tried to form some shapes in the clouds And then I heard the whispering wind rush in Blanketing the clouds and taking them in I heard no whispers, no names and no sound “Oh brother!” I cried out, “Where have you gone?”