Lying dead and defeated on a red stone , Which was once a blue sea with a yellow moon ; so calm and so happy . But now all i could see was a black sky and hear a soldier deep groan . My corpse ; still and numb ! Thrown into a deep pit , with my people nearby lying dead , Having no one to mourn.. Which left my lifeless soul torn . I saw that there were red hosts roaring out loud on their gain And heard that drums and their boots of lead marching again Were they here to mourn us ? Amidst those bullet showers With smoke blinding my eyes and also gun powders Surrounding that repulsive scent of blood !! With the body freezing to death , A way to heaven or hell , Still hoping for a victory bell !! But now that hope seems to be dead.. Observing the world with closed eyes, It feels like a spider web ! Where in Hope feels like a Gecko trapped , not getting its way out , Lying injured in its unfettered fear.. Trying to get out but unable to cross that mere.. Oh Jesus ! let her regenerate and let the sun rise again And let it rain and let the Gecko run freely on what can be called–our plain !!