Peradeniya Campus
	Where the mighty Mahaweli meanders along,     Where the verdant canopied rain trees throng, Where the road to Galaha winds through the valley,     There my heart reposes. To leave a folly? The Senate building stands on stilts concrete,     Like a gaunt reminder of past cities of the east, Flanked by hills where fine teas grew,     Now replaced by halls, great and new Marrs and Marcus, the hills dominate,     And Sangamitta, a walled-off astoria made To secure gals in their pristine youth,     From nasty barbs and males uncouth A bridge too narrow, for traffic vehicular,     Spans the river, now so popular An avenue for boys of Akbar Nell Hall     To meet the girls under the willows tall On the grounds where once golfers strode,     Stands a faculty, today the abode Of lads and lasses, Lanka's pick     Learning the art of healing the sick The scene has changed,     The trees have grown, Oh how I love,     To be there again.
	Dr. Peter Seneviratne
	published in The Ceylon We Knew by V. Vamadevan