Let the Gecko run again !!

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 my 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—
let it rain and let the Gecko run freely on what can be called–Our Plain !!