Hui Muddat Ke Ghalib Mar Gayaa Par Yaad Aataa Hai
Woh Har Ek Baat Pe Kahna Ke Yuun Hota To Kya Hota
It has been a long time
since Ghalib has passed, yet he still flashes to the memory. Saying every-time that
had it not been this way, then how it would have been another way? The
reflection is that if I have lived my life in a different correct way what
would I have been. Would it have counted? Would it have amounted to anything
other than death because eventually, death is the final Truth?
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