urdu poetry

what do i owe to you
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
daughter, thou art come to die
darkest, strangest mystery
to some the fat gods
of sun nor stars
all quiet along the potomac
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
for these white arms about my neck
be not false
they threw a stone, you threw a stone