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BORDERLESS By: Sayeed Abubakar


Break down all the walls,
all the boundaries man-made.
The whole earth is a country
where we live. 

We are the citizens
of one country, one planet. 

God is our king. 

Break down all the walls,
all the boundaries man-made.
Let us live in a border-less human-country.


Artwork by; Lionel Smit
Titled; Emerge Circular

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  1. সায়ীদ আবুবকর17 August 2018 at 10:21

    I feel happy discovering me here. Grateful to the dear publisher.

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  2. Bharati nayak17 August 2018 at 10:49

    Love the sentiments expressed in the poem.Thank Sayeed for the beautiful share.

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