One of my sons has sent me a beautiful ghazal of Qabil Ajmeri of Mirpur Khas, Sindh
Yar beta, I love you!
This is one of the most touchy and memorable moments of my life. [Oct 3, 1962]
Qabil Ajmeri was a 30 y/o very poor but talented Urdu poet in Mir Pur Khas Sindh, close to our medical school. I, along with three of my class fellows, went to meet with him at his reed house when we were in the 4th year MBBS (1962); he was just becoming known in the country. He was lying down coughing in a charpoy bed. He had pulmonary tuberculosis with typically gaunt facies. President Gen Ayub Khan had just sent him a check of Rs. 10,000.00 that arrived in our presence. Qabil, while staring at the check with a faint smile of disbelief, 'gave up his ghost'. His impoverished mother and a teenage sister who had been weeping for, God knows how long, shed fresh tears on their pale cheeks.
Ah, bachcho, I have tears in my eyes. We students at LMC imposed a noble duty on us to send some money to the poor bereaved family regularly.