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Please come mamma.......

COME MAMMA PLEASE
Crying……………


Am I an orphan child? Am I that one?
Where is my mamma ? where are you ?
I do not want Father . (really) only you.
And I do not need both father and you.
Because you both will love each other
And like always I have to be live alone.
And like always I have to be alone.
Crying…………..
Where is my mamma?
I am waiting for you please come,
Do not leave me alone, I will die without you.
You have dragged me into hell.
No one loves me here, no one cares for me.
Please come mamma , please,
Otherwise like always, I have to be live alone.
I have to be live alone.
Crying………….
You forgot you had kept me in your arms always.
I am used to sleep in the warmth of your bosoms.
I am used to eat food by your hands.
I am used to share all problems with you .
Now won’t you come mamma?
Otherwise I have to be live alone .
I have to be live alone .
Crying…………..
Please come mamma, please come……


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