Oh Defenders of borders
You are great sons of my land
When we are all asleep
You still hold on to your deed.
Windy season or snowy days
Or scorching suns sweltering rays
You are there guarding all the time awake
Treading the lonely expanses as Yogis.
Climbing the heights or striding the valleys
Defending the deserts and guarding the marshes
Surveillance in seas and by securing the al
Prime of your youth given to the nation!
Windchimes of my land vibrate your feat
We pray for you brave ment
May the Lord bless you all
- Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam
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