If Iqbal is the poet of the East, I would call Ghalib the poet of the universe. I am amazed especially at his acquaintance with the human emotions and situations. I love Ghalib. Here goes one of his beauties I am mad about.
کوئی میرے دل سے پوچھے تیرے تیر نیم کش کو
یہ خلش کہاں سے ہوتی جو جگر کے پار ہوتا
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