I am in front of you.
I will force you to respect.
I will hit you, even single napping.
We will walk together.
Color of Our blood and motto is same,
But we can never be one.
We do not have any option.
We are solders, border line say "we are two"
May be friendly country, may be enemy country.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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