Sin People Will Die Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

The breeze blowing between trees the birds singing sweet melody
Without feel of loosing rain via country the father given dowry protect people every day
The ruins of all heritages earn money for every moment they war ship with proudly
Bunch of lotus flowers fight for live further upon mud while lake empty

The theme of doctrine sin people will die and turn to dusting among world
Cruel people demolish noble one presented heritage they true loved never wicked
The born of true once upon time against sin people threw stone build true for demolished
Struck to innocent people and kid nap them belong treasure like largest beg all over world

Lethargy life destroyed every rich boasting with gathered ignorant people while eating and drinking
Spreading darkness every dwelling places the factory closed every where people are crying
The birds and butterfly belong to the winter fly away not ability to comfortable living
All though not ending presented duration for human circling around universal it's so long

Whenever smile with every nation altogether while full of stomach without hesitation
Although no one like to see true of world wealth people try to more and more money earn
The breeze blowing and murmur with sad dropping yellowish leaf one by one floating along
The turn dumpy singing sweet melody look ill every one although sun is beaming