For the Love of Urdu Poetry

Once upon a time, when I was young and my mind was fresh and fertile (read: Had no kids :P ), I used to enjoy urdu poetry a lot. And from time to time would write my own too.
Sadly I lost my diary, but didn't lose the touch.
Only one poem survived somehow.

Paish e Khidmat hai

Palkon ki chilman mai chupay 

deedon ki dehleez kay paar 

dil kay sirhaanay bethay 

sargoshiyoon mai mehev 

kuch khuwaab achay lagtay hain

kabhie aanso ki soorat 

kabhie darya khamosh-e-safar 

kabhie gehra samandar 

kabhie khoobsoorat moorat 

kabhie maanind-e-aabshaar 

kuch khuwaab achay lagtay hain

kabhie thandee raaton ki bechainee 

aur kabhie din ki besukoonee 

dopahar ka sakoot 

toortay hain jo aisay hee 

kuch khuwaab achay lagtay hain 

kabhie mehektay aanchal ka sahara 

kabhie gungunata kangan 

kabhie zulfon kay saaye 

jin ko jila detay hain 

kuch khuwaab achay lagtay hain 

jo hain saraab par lagain sachay 

jo ho na kabhie bhie apnay 

phir bhi woh khuwaab achay lagtay hain 

buhut achay lagtay hain 

kuch khuwaab achay lagtay hain