King's Informal Law Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

Death is not the secret gate that
Taking you from birth to birth
There can only be nothing but a
Blind wall of nullity beyond that,
No soul or tiny segment of it
Can go penetrating that wall
It will be the end of everything.

The battles you have not fought
The achieving of goals you have
already postponed, your valuable
Anticipations beyond the death
Wiil be of no use...

The pain is opposite the comfort
The sadness is opposite the happiness
Thus everything has two forms
Plus and minus,

Flowers will grow up, breed and die
A child will also grow up, breed and die
When brain cells die
The soul, if any, will also die,

Re-incarnation is a fairy tale
Anywhere from heaven to hell
Religion is the King's informal law
To tame and rule,
The ugly and venemous flying creatures
Who had escaped from the divine box
Of the ancient, wisdom Queen Pandora.