Since they were born in Breakland

That’s what they will defend

Will die for their mother….Break…

Fight till the very end

They are the proud commandos

Of this 24 sq. Km. Land

…the land that is all desert

Its better part all sand!

Across the border of barbed wire

A different Motherland is there

And for those born in FakeLand

Mother Fake….is all they care !

Fakeland too is a desert

Land all barren and bare

But in length and breadth bigger

It is…34 Kms. square.

The war between the neighbors

Is not for petty gains

It is a pride and certain glory

Of motherland….each explains

Two different set of soldiers

Different colors these two wear

But both use the same guns

And by mother(s)…they do swear

It is one mother against another

Break and Fake are at war

They burn each other’s desert

With bombs, rockets and mortar!

One strange and sorry fact

I must highlight for all:

There is a certain soldier

Has lost his memory…cannot recall

Is he a break soldier?

Or is it Fake that he defends

Who is his real mother?

Who are his kith and friends…

He is our unknowing soldier

Who drifted through the sand

… has forgotten about his mother

In this 58 sq. km. of land !

Our poor memory-less soldier

Does not know what to do

Without a mother to defend

A soldier should kill…who ?

May we all pray together…

And urge the god above

To give back his memory

So that he too can love

His motherland and hate

All across the wire

As a true soldier… kill…earn glory

By setting the desert on fire!!!