Dear Kalaam, you were a missile man
But 4 me you are a great soul
U were not born to die
U died to be immortal
U r not witnessed by my eyes
But I can see u in d cluster of stars
U r seeing the millions of dreams
Flowering n flourishing by ur fellows
Your serene thoughts give us
A new energy to revive our nation.
-MoinKhan
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