The doves born without the eggs of a dove,
I am used to one that is outcome of love,
The heavenly birds do not have an appeal,
A thief like me finds nothing to steal.
Petty bird on earth was like the kites,
No custom no taboos love’s king of rites,
Free with the winds whether east or west,
To love world is a place truly the best,
What would have been life if not expelled?
Thanks to appealing apple that it smelled!
(I Will Not Cry – Poem by Mirza Ghalib
I will not cry for satisfaction if I could get my choice,
Among the divine beautiful virgins of heaven, I want only you.)