(For my Peer, For my Shahid) If I could I would hide All your poems From the world If I could I would memorize Every word and Then burn all your books If I could I would turn Back time and visit You every day till I died If I could I would translate Your grief and pain And make it all mine If I could I would hoard Every verse, every ghazal And read it alone If I could I would bring You back from that land Where you never wanted to go