Silence hung and bid me welcome,
a contrast from the town I came.
Quietness echo from the trees around,
seeming the feature here abound.
Throughout the village loneliness rules,
Homesteads sat in peace and silence.
Silence drummed the song of a singing bird,
enjoying liberty in a deserted compound.
In my mind stood the big question-
Where has everyone gone today?
Our house entrance greeting was cold,
Reverberating stillness in the compound
An old man waved me and passed,
I realized my country home also is aged.
The cities have stolen from it both,
Its resources and the exuberances of youth.