urdu poetry

in and of itself
he'd even have his joke
to be able to see every side of every question
be in me as the eternal moods
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
like eagles on up high
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
doubtless i remember still
sun and wind and beat of sea
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
you are beautiful and faded