Foreword
we see ghalib as poet , but he was a master
limited is our view , we often miss the factor
as whatever he wrote , reflected reality
so calling him just poet is austerity
Ghazal
Gives me impediments but to say
Everyone's a ghalib in his own way
Because life is tough as poetry
we should rhyme with it each night and day
Intentions and "harfs" keep ruling us
slightest variance causes dismay
Where youth is like the "husn-e-gazal"
that shapes our life or leaves us astray
Relations akin words have two sides
they may be pleasing or shaded grey
"Rohit " every good gazal has to end
and death is the "last act" of life's play !