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The Borderman

Physically strong, mentally tough,
He is like a rock indeed.
Religion, language lays no bar,
Affects him not the caste and creed.
Fancy not of trend and style,
Khaki is his only greed.
The Gallant Soldier who could be,
A Borderman we know is he.

Cheerful ever poised and calm,
Resentment never he lets breed.
Honest, truthful, duty bound,
Cares not for unfair yield.
Courteous, fails not in chivalry,
Perfectly practices what he reads.
The Gallant Soldier who could be,
A Borderman we know is he.

Jungle, Marsh, rough terrain,
Burning sand where grows no seed.
Everywhere he proves his might,
Mountain chill he pays no heed.
In wilderness the long separations,
The solitude becomes his feed.
The Gallant soldier who could be,
A Borderman we know is he.

Election duties, rowdy mob,
Every spot column he leads.
Disasters, calamities, flood or snow,
He reaches with a super speed.
Brings many laurels to the Force,
His glory spreads like water weed.
The Gallant Soldier who could be,
A Borderman we know is he.

Vigilant marked with Falconís eye,
Guards all borders like a shield.
Mission, encounters, Wagha-Drill,
Multi-dimensional are his deeds.
War or peace, home abroad,
Always he is Nationís need.
The Gallant soldier who could be,
A Borderman we know is he.