It is the creator of the style of subtle expression of the intellect; shall I call the mirror of imagination parrot-like?

"My poetic genius," Ghalib declares, "is the very origin of witty expression." He's talking about that magical moment when a thought sparks, and words just flow, perfectly capturing it. His 'tab'' – his poetic genius, his inner self – is crafting unique, clever phrases. And his 'Aaina-e-khayal', his mirror of imagination, reflects profoundly original thoughts. So, he playfully asks, "How could I call this imagination merely 'tooti-numa' – parrot-like?" A parrot, you see, only repeats, without true understanding or creating anything new. Ghalib's asserting the deep originality of his own creative process; his mind *invents*, it doesn't just mimic. It's like a master chef inventing new dishes, not just following recipes. He's affirming his unique voice, refusing to be a mere echo in a world full of them. True genius, he reminds us, lies in fearless creation, not in imitation.