urdu poetry

quietly, with reverance, in awe
death's nobility again
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
there was a time in former years
before the solemn bronze saint
be in me as the eternal moods
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
sing again the song you sung
in all things not spoken of
i walk down the garden paths