Shadow Of The Death Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

Some one died on the street
Spreading the dreadful viruses without wait
Shadow of the death will come that is so fast
Shall we joined to the moon it will great

The richest one is weeping front of death shadow
The poorest one slept beneath bed with sorrow
Time is coming to sleep under the earth there was pit which of narrow
Toward the world something has to do all fellow

How much love yours loved one on recently
How much enjoyed since the past time but, not in today
Houses are empty
Hill top and their cemetery has fill by dead body

Respectable worthy men funeral was not crowded
Roads are not decorated by white flags of good
Regarding the attack of virus the men has died
Remember the word of great that eternity of the world