Beggary in Bhatiyali

Smita, a trained singer, blends music with poetic sensibility. She celebrates mysticism.

ta nana tantanatan tantanatan tantanatan

ta nana tan tanatan

ta nana tantanatan tantanatan tantanatan

ta nana tan tanatan                                                              

ta nana tan tanatan

Desire a dwelling? Burn down your hut.

Ask for love – get the boot.

Want money? Lose your last penny –

Couldn’t-care-less, Queen of the World!

An open sky

The solid earth

Tin plate

Enamel mug

Three grains of rice

Three grains of rice

Zest of lemon

Are all I need

For my confection!

ta nana tantanatan tantanatan tantanatan                                                 

ta nana tan tanatan                                                                          

ta nana tantanatan tantanatan tantanatan

ta nana tan tanatan

ta nana tan tanatan

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Smita Agarwal
Smita Agarwal is a poet-critic and the author of Wish-granting Words, Poems, Mofussil Notebook and Marginalized: Indian Poetry in English. She has won awards from the British Council and The Poetry Society, India. She has been a writer in Residence at the universities of Stirling, and Kent. She is Professor of English and Director, Centre for Women’s Studies, Allahabad University, and a professional singer with samples of her songs available on You Tube and SoundCloud.

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