The End War And Soldiers Life Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

Green color valley turned to red color
Horses were neighedthat was echoing among the valley
Brave people died from the enemy shots at the battle
If the soldiers have not dead by the shot theyhaven't any better life on the outside

Thought of scared they have not felt whilst on fighting
They have not any hopes other than freedom of the country
They fought all over the day and night
The blowing wind whispered heroes never died from the world

The sword did not tremble in front of the enemy
Killing that was an obscene enemy
The brave men sword glimmer for the cutting throat
But he did not sin man in the battle

He hasn'tany funeral pyre at there wild other than wildflowers
But the blowing wind across the countrywas singing sorrow song as a widow
The mother as motherland warmth his dead body
The man who soul will be traveling to heaven by invitation of many goddesses