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So many people have lost their lives to terrorism and natural calamities. Innocent little souls, dedicated housewives and mothers, and sincere father and husbands…. no one was spared! So here is a song dedicated to all those innocent lives. One such kid knows that he is going to die and there is not much he can do about it. He prefers himself to be called as Mamma’s child because somewhere down the line his own existence is dominated by the love his mother has showered on him and he didn’t care about anything more than her Mom’s attention and love. He falls cold even before he could embrace his mother for one last time.
Dr. Abdul Khalam Speaks

Dear Piyush,

Really your poem moved my heart and mind. It is indeed inspiring. Particularly,

"The pain is like an angels call,
I see the smoke,
engulfing everyones life,
Mamma hold me"...

Dear Piyush, these poetic verses of yours are beautiful creation of the creative mind.

May God Bless you.
Kalam

About Dr. Kalam:Dr. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam, was the eleventh President of India, serving from 2002 to 2007. During his term as The President, he was popularly known as the People's President, and a poll conducted by news channel CNN-IBN named him "India's Best President".

Before his term as India's president, he worked as an aeronautical engineer with DRDO and ISRO. He is popularly known as the Missile Man of India for his work on development of ballistic missile and space rocket technology.. In India he is highly respected as a scientist and as an engineer.
Lyrics

The promises I
failed to keep.
Now only my eyes,
see me weep.
Tears getting lost,
in the smoke somewhere.
Black burning bodies,
falling here and there.
Mamma hold me,
Please hold me
Mamma hold me,
Please hold me,
Mamma hold me,
Hold me in your arms

I know that I am going to die.
With wasted soul
and never opening eye,
I know that I am going to die.
With wasted soul
and never opening eye,
The pain is like an angels call
I see the smoke,
engulfing everyones life.
Mamma hold me,
Please hold me
Mamma hold me,
Please hold me,
Mamma hold me,
Hold me in your arms

Please ask daddy,
to be brave.
Put mammas child,
on my grave.
Please ask daddy,
to be brave.
Put mammas child,
on my grave.
Look for me in, every child you see.
Kiss their foreheads and,
you can feel me.
Mamma hold me,
Mamma hold me,
Mamma hold me,
Mamma hold me in your arms,
Mamma hold me in your arms,
Mamma hold me in your arms,
Mamma hold me in your arms.
 
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