Where have the hanumans gone away,
The hanumans,
Black-mouthed and gnashing,
Coming after,
Jumping on the rooftops,
Hanging by the branches of the trees,
Sleeping on,
Asking for food,
Looking into the eyes?
But smile you not,
Avert your gaze from
If want you not to be slapped
As they misunderstand,
Ask for food.
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