In his poem "Chiragh-i-Dair" (Temple lamps) which was composed during his trip to Benaresduring the spring of 1827, Ghalib mused about the land of Hindustan (the Indian subcontinent) and how Qiyamah (Doomsday) has failed to arrive, in spite of the numerous conflicts plaguing it.^[21]

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Said I one night to a pristine seer (Who knew the secrets of whirling Time) 'Sir you well perceive, That goodness and faith, Fidelity and love Have all departed from this sorry land. Father and son are at each other's throat; Brother fights brother. Unity and Federation are undermined. Despite these ominous signs Why has not Doomsday come? Why does not the Last Trumpet sound? Who holds the reins of the Final Catastrophe?'.