urdu poetry

white foam flower, red flame flower
do you hear the rain?
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
it tells of good old times
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
the ships are lying in the bay
give me
a very remarkable history this is
it was a tall young oysterman
master of human destinies am i
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i have to say good-night
i saw with open eyes