I, Asad, write fervent words from the burning of my heart, so that no one can point a finger at my words.

My friends, Ghalib, in his earlier days as 'Asad' (meaning 'lion'), penned lines from a very specific place. He wrote his 'sukhan-e-garm' – his warm, fiery words – from the 'sozish-e-dil'. That's the burning passion, the intense heat, of his very heart. And why such earnestness? So no one could ever 'point a finger' at his 'harf' – his words. No critic, no rival, could question or find fault with his authentic expression. It’s like creating something with your whole soul, knowing its honesty makes it unassailable. Ghalib believed his poetry, born from this deep, sincere fire, held an unshakeable truth. It was a bold declaration: true art, forged in genuine emotion, transcends mere judgment. When your truth burns so brightly, rooted in the heart's own 'sozish', no doubt can touch it.