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हर पत्थर पर शौर्य कहानी लिखी होती सरहद पर
देश प्राण हैं देश ही पानी देश ही रोटी सरहद पर,
पीछे कदम न रखने की आदत है खोटी सरहद पर
सियाचिन के जैसी भी जीती हैं चोटी सरहद पर…

जो भी देना चाहेगा भारत को गाली सरहद पर
इस धरती के नक्शे से कर देंगे खाली सरहद पर,
सूरज जैसी आँखों में रहती है लाली सरहद पर
दुनिया ये न समझे कि बैठे हैं खाली सरहद पर…

हम भारत माँ के बेटों की रहती है टोली सरहद पर
जय हिन्द जय हिन्द ही कहती हर इक बोली सरहद पर,
अपनी तो राखी सरहद पर, अपनी तो होली सरहद पर
तुम चैन से सोते रहना हम खा लेंगे गोली सरहद पर।।

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Professionally I am a design engineer and write only that stuff which is the deepest feeling of my heart.my every creation is the feeling of my own. some foreign fans also called me "THE NB" my fb page is here-https://m.facebook.com/NitishBhardwaj.THENB
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