  After Frost, Bahadur Shah Zafar. Some of the most heart breaking poetry of the time was written by the last of Mughal kings. He apprenticed under many poets of known, ending with lastly, Ghalib. He was exiled from India after the 1857 mutiny and lived and died in what now is Yangon.
I am a twinkle in no one's eye I am the peace of no one's heart That which is of no use to anyone I am a fistful of the mist I am no ones's friend I am no one's enemy I am that devastated fate I am that fallen gate My beauty was taken away from me My love was taken away from me That garden which in Spring went dry I am the bloom of that garden Why should anyone say a prayer for me Or bring few flower to my grave Or light a candle I am that unkown, unmarked grave.
We were flicking through a magazine when Dina Zaman's article caught attention. Paul Baily remarked, why just women, they look like they could be God's gift to men too. Mohd Rafi sang that song, without any music, without any instruments, and boy! was he good. That voice, Rafi's, was truly a gift to humanity. Read below the above translation in its original, or skip it. Thank you. Na kisi ki aankh ka noor hoon Na kisi ke dil ka qaraar hoon Jo kisi ke kaam na aa saka Main wo ek musht e ghubaar hoon Naa to main kisi ka habeeb hoon Naa to main kisi ka raqeeb hoon Jo bigad gaya wo naseeb hoon Jo ujad gaya wo dayaar hoon Mera rang-roop bigad gaya Mera yaar mujhse bichad gaya Jo chaman fiza mein ujad gaya Main usi ki fasl e bahaar hoon Kahe Fateha koi aaye jyon Koi chaar phool chadaye kyon Koi aake shama jalaaye kyon Main wo bekasi ka mazaar hoon 
