Ghalib on fame!
हुए मरके हम जो रुसवा , हुए क्यूँ ना ग़रके दरिया ना कहीं जनाज़ा उठता , ना कहीं मज़ार होता Ghalib is frustrated about being famous and leaving his lovers behind while dying. He says in deep thought - if only he was dirt and nothing else, there would be no fame on his death and no shrine for memory.