In a plateau surrounded by mountains
There’s a city with a pleasant landscape
With the breeze blowing through the trees
It’s Balangoda, a gift of Mother Nature.
No unpleasant atmosphere
No garbage dumping on the street
No mosquitoes from the marshy land
No flood from the nearby stream
Widened main road and by lanes
Give no place for accidents
We are free from traffic jams
Disappeared all the marshy lands
Banks on either side of the stream
Have been developed preventing floods
No opportunity for soil erosion
There are gardens nicely built
Enjoying the pleasant nice breeze
Blowing through the garden trees
No stress feeling in our minds
Everything is given for health
The shopping complex with the bus stand
And the weekly fair provide a chance
For the community transactions stand
We are fortunate to get the services
The solid waste management centre
Founded with the 3R concept
Has become an income earner
For the Balangoda Urban Council
The right to know information
Is protected by the Urban Council
There’s an E-Balangoda Library
To widen the knowledge of the readers
With all these wonderful offerings
Of the infra structure facilities
The people can enjoy their healthy lives
Without having any mental stress
Administration of the Council
Can be highly recommended
Everyone can get a quick and efficient
service from the staff there.
We have a very good base hospital
Well developed from time to time
Scans and surgeries can be performed
For the betterment of everyone
We must give a very big thank you
To the Balangoda Urban Council
For developing the city to such an extent
With all the necessary facilities.
S.M. Navarathne Bandara Opanayake.
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Thoughts
Thoughts spring like plants
In the human mind.
They grow slowly
When the mind is at ease
And thrive
Spreading the branches
Providing cool breeze.
They grow fast
When the mind is shaken
And thrive
Throwing out leaves
As sharp thorns.
One must learn
How to govern
The growth of such plants
To maintain peace.
Polgolla.
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Every year the 2nd day of November, we remember all souls dead,
Some dear, some so near, some gone afar, we fear;
Some were family members, some relations, some friends,
But they all vanished like the morning dew!
Some were our neighbours, righteous or bad;
Nevertheless, they’re no more, which seems so sad they are dead;
Some were just strangers whom we met sometime;
They are no more with us in life.
Many we heard of, now no longer live;
Some human violent to violent ends did give;
Many unknown are gone forever too;
We pray, the love of God must dwell on all souls.
Some bodies lie in earthy dampness cold;
Some met a watery grave or in strong concrete hold;
Some killed by deadly decease or some by God appointed age died;
Many were holy, in God did abide!
Some were burnt, their ashes scattered by wind;
Some were buried in stony grave, we find;
The end of many, we can’t imagine;
For myriads dead and worm-eaten, we pine!
The world of dead exceeds the living one;
Who thinks of orphans and who lived alone?
Kings, Queens, Lords, Elders, Teens too are gone;
Let the living pray for God’s mercy and mourn!
At the Gate of Heaven let’s remember the precious souls
And pray for all dead to rest in peace with Jesus
May God forgive, erase all sins and keep them in your arms.
- Rajan Selvadurai