Who Cares?

Worthy work their way,
Spineless souls scream out their worth,
Robin chirps, “Who cares?”

Haiku @Binita Jha

Peace

Wind whispers softly,

Dusty stories drift away,

Peace settles gently.

Haiku@Binita Jha

Freedom and Dreams

Freedom and dreams poem by Ai should have rhyme scheme and satire

Freedom and Dreams

Freedom came dressed in a silver tie,
Promising wings that could help us fly.
“Dream big!” the billboards proudly scream,
While selling shortcuts to every dream.

The rich build ladders tall and steep,
The poor are told, “Just work, don’t sleep.”
Leaders declare, “You all are free!”
Then taxes air and charges tea.

The students chase a glowing prize,
With sleepy hearts and burning eyes.
They learn of stars, of moonlit skies,
Yet fear one test can end their rise.

A poor dreams beside the drain,
Of a roof to protect from heat,cold and rain.
But every year his hopeful plan
Is trapped inside a payment span.

Freedom laughs from giant screens,
Wrapped in glitter, flags, and jeans.
“Speak your truth!” the people cheer—
As long as no one powerful hears.

Still dreams survive through cracks in stone,
In whispered songs the weak have sown.
For even caged birds softly seem
To build the sky inside a dream.

So guard your hopes though fools may scheme,
And markets try to price each dream.
For freedom’s not what leaders claim—
It lives where heart refuse their chains. 

Secrets

Secrets live in folded drawers

Beneath the socks of ordinary days.

They breathe softly at midnight,

Careful not to wake the truth.

Some hide like winter birds
Inside the hollow ribs of silence,
Their wings beating against the heart
Like rain trapped in a windowpane.

Some secrets grow teeth.
They pace the halls of the mind,
Scratching at locked doors,
Begging the dark to let them out.

People stitch secretsInto their smiles With invisible thread,Hoping no one notices the tear beneath.

Yet secrets are strange travelers:
The longer they stay,
The heavier their footsteps become
Inside the soul.

One day, even the quietest secret
Turns into thunder,
Rolling through the chest
Until the storm finally speaks. 

@Binita Jha

जय जय जय दिणमनी दिनराज

जय जय जय दिणमनी दिनराज

रत्न जटित शिर मुकुट विराजित

कच कुंचित शुभ भज 

रजए करवर कमल मनोहर

तेज्पुनज गृह - ईश

विश्व चलू जग आनन्द दायक

कर प्रकाश  दस दीश ll

शोभित अरूण सारथी जहि रथ

एकाह चक्र चक्रर टिचित्र l

सेवक अखिल मनोरथ पुरक 

जयती प्रभाकर  मित्र l

विश्वनाथ सेवक टुड्ड कर जोड़ी विनती वारंवार

 भए प्रसन्न मेटीअ भव सक्कट तारिअ परिवार प्राचीन लटसँ

विश्वनाथ झा बलाजी 

Travel (Limerick)

Ping pong was a stoic fat round bean

Who travelled out to become lean

Ouch! he slipped out and fell

Screaming and yelling to tell

"Gosh! I have been wiped out clean" 

@ Binita Jha

Motley Rules (Haibun)

To climb,she has put forth her dainty foot.

Ready to face and challenge, all challenges. 

For, she believes in facing challenges. 

Check her play and win in your game. 

Well,is it your game?

No, she would not give you credit for it. 

Hasn't the world always been like this? 

Market plays to the economies flute. 

Language weaves their stories. 

Needs change course but it cannot change her. 

She stands strong and firm.

Try winning , if you wish to defeat her.

She cares not for Motley rules

Which are abandoned at will

As Kingpins execute.

@Binita Jha