ishq par zor nahin, hai yeh woh aatish ghalib
jo lagaaye na lage, aur bujhaye na bujhe
one cannot will love, ghalib, it is that fire
that does not light or extinguish on command
Wait wait wait! You see the whole country of the system is juxtapositioned by the haemoglobin in the atmosphere because you are a sophisticated rhetorician intoxicated by the exuberance of your own verbosity!