The Poet Dead Singing

Nero fiddled while Rome burning A poet dead at home while singing There lived a poet,a fisherman In pain of cancer the hangman No cure, beyond medication A radio recorder,his last requisition His spouse acquired it in no time to wait Disposing a wardrobe,the only home mate Lying his head on her laptop Recording voice hurried up Born a poem in pain of labour disturbing peace "My heart is beating today in a rapid pace Don't know it's calling bell for my demise You took care of me all the time,my wife,in wise River is flooded,sudden like a broken pipe When the crop is still in ripe The lives of you three on the point of knife The lives of you three on the point of knife My dreams crashed to pieces like a broken wind screen Waving death near the bed is red not green My last breath to cease before dusk Darling,announce my demise to the village, in no luck God bless you! in battle and the two little in kick God bless you! In battle and the two little in kick Nothing is left to consume at home Without bothering others dome Darling,carry our children in the path all went bright Wipe out your grief in this belief at least to slight No belongings saved for the death to grab along No kith and kin with kind belong No harm,hurry, Remarry! If the road is remote for you to drive and carry If the road is remote for you to drive and carry What to do at this late? No gates found to get out of fate Time has come nigh for my journey from this earth You be my spouse also in my next of birth Children..............,............! Neighbors in vigilance of the pin drop silence proceeded To witness the poet and his wife lying dead before the poem concluded They found the radio still tuning in full scale A poem in Sinhala in it told an untold tale The whole village cried like rain with gale The purpose of Nobel prize is in total fail!