And they got accustomed too!!

The officials visited each house of the town,
No one was spared, white, black or brown.

They hung a device over the throat which could count phrases per day,
This is how they put a check on the number of words you could say.

 Few agreed happily, some protested, but everyone had to accept,
Noise pollution reached its highest level and this is how check was kept.

 One-two-three-four device counted in a line,
 The machine beeped when it crossed ninety-nine.

Any shout costed five words in a shot,
First many days were extremely tough!

The babies could not cry their heart out,
The mothers couldn't shout,
The lovers fall short for words to propose,
The old spoke the word as a dose.

 The dusky girl who loved chatting all day,
Cried and tried but could not find a way.

 Then one day when she was almost ran out of her limit,
Her granny came in her dream and gave her a surprise visit.

She conveyed her pain to Granny but her words were short by ten,
 Poor girl sobbed thus costing her half a word again.
Granny took her in her lap and ran her fingers through her hair,
When she woke up she felt the zeal of new hope in the air.

She searched for her diary and took her pen out,
Her words poured in every page as rain strucks fields in drought.

She went out and gave this message to every house she knew.
This  got spread to everyone in the town from quite a few.

This is how the people of the town now got accustomed to this new breather,
They talked less, thought more, read plenty and wrote their heart altogether.