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relentless singing and the havoc it wreaks.
like voice of bee
When summer comes, we hear the hums of
Bhisma Lochan Sharma.
You catch his strain on hill and plain from Delhi
down to Burma
He sings as though he's staked his life, he sings
as though he's hell-bent;
inable to think
The people, dazed, retire amazed although they
know it's well-meant.
They're trampled in the panic rout or languish
pale and sickly,
And plead, ‘My friend, we're near our end, oh
stop your singing quickly!'​

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