Get up, rush to d’ battle field

                                                                                   

Sitting with a saggy face,

tender eye lids drooping

no tear floods from eyes,

yet apparently weeping

In a roomful of people,

behaving fully forlorn

cheerless in my absence,

feels totally abandoned

Not able to perceive me,

but I am precisely there

in ripples of rushing stream,

in dew on d’ grass I glitter,

In sweet chirping of birds,

sitting on our window sill

of course in d’ setting sun,

beyond d’ distant blue hill

In shining twinkling stars,

of a distant dark night sky

in breeze that gently blows

I’m still there, I did not die

Sobbing is suppressed,

yet cries, feels deeply hurt

it’s no devastation at all,

but looks clueless, lost

In reality I'm not visible, 

unable to make a sound

try to feel my presence,

can sense me all around

Sky didn’t crumble down,

no terrible has happened

feel me in your resolves

don’t be betrayed, broken  

Rebuffed by your icon guy?

just impossible and untrue

have enthusiasm, courage,

achieve d' heights u wish to

No soldier cries in war front

fatigue’s rejected, never yield

never weep, don’t surrender,

get up, rush to d’ battle field