Battle Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

The soldier cried after the battle
He stands in front of their military cemetery
Thinking that was faded youth
Thinking that was left his loved one

Struggling that was either beginning or finishing war
But he felt it was same as a begin
The grabbed weapon has handed over to their armory
He became a lonely man rather than past

Thinking that who owned this land
The triumph is chaotic that whisper by wind
But also, the consoles why all battle has finished up
He lay down the ground

The chaotic life is being finished cannot be rebuilt up
All battle is being finished with wealth was finished
The cloud has created a white bed for lay down
His soul flew through the sky via heaven