Border

One little child beating a line
Asking very loud, what crime is mine

My childhood is vacant, my mother's age is flying
My father is with you, my grand mother is dying

You may be too strong, I am a tough guy
You have big army, I have to try

You give many right, but you cannot be right
I defeat you one day, you may be might

You pride of many, your face is odd
Your creator is men, not created by God

With strength of love, forgiveness in my heart
Peace and patience, human is the first

O! Border of nations, caste and creed
One day I will win, defeating fear & greed