Of Sleepy Towns and Ghost Villages




Once the headquarters of the sarpanch The flowing banyan  Stands lonely. Once the hub of the economy  Of the village The temple is forlorn. Once the heart of the town The cultural stage of the artist Is just a relic. Once booming artisans Are now starved Looking for greener pastures. Once filled with green fields The lands Are now just plots. Once a flourishing town But now the people have moved away And it looks depilated and lifeless.     Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!