114.तम्बाकूक अहाँ सेवन छोरू

जुनि खाउ गुटका यौ बाबू
धिया पुता की सीखत आगू 

 

खैनीसं झटदनि मुँह फेरू 

तम्बाकूक अहाँ सेवन छोरू 

 

धुआँ संग जौँ नित कैल फूटानी 

बिगरत अहाँक जिनगीक पिहानी 

 

नेसा कौखन की देलक ककरो 

किये भरम मे छी सभ सगरो 

बनल किएक छी ओकर गुलाम

जे बिलटा देत बस ठामहि ठाम   

बिनीता झा 

113.kiyo ki

monak chahal kiyo ki paulak

hais k puchlak kyo thar dura par



hirday k pira kiyo ki dekhlak

kiyo ki marham lagaulak ooi par



sukh mae kiyo ki asgar chorlak

delak kiyo ki sang dukh parla par



apan haral kiyo kich jeetlak

lutaulak kiyo ki mamta anka par



beejal achar kiyo ki sukhoulak

nor bahaulak kiyo ki mon parla par



gup kiyo ki bujha chahal

samay delak kiyo ki jarurat parla par



duniya k neet kiyo ki torlak

puich baisal kiyo thar dura par.

Chance

We count our success with the achievement of our students.Selecting the best from the rest gives us an edge.In this tough competitive world taking a chance is considered insane yet I love insanity.

In May we had celebrated English Week, "Myriad Manifestation".A vast number of Inter - Class and Intra -c lass Competition marked the week.Children actively participated in several events.
This event too would have passed out as routine but for a small kid from 6th class,whose enthusiasm made me select him.

He is a first generation learner and wanted to be part of the Story Telling Competition.In his broken English he narrated the story of 'Ant and the Elephant' . The whole class was in splits. Mind you the laughter was not for his language or story but the way he had presented it.He could mimic the sounds  of animals just as in the animation films. It caught our attention.I knew I would select him over the students who were proficient in language.Infact all his classmates  agreed too.
 
In between the change of periods when I crossed his classroom,I found many students helping him with words and pronunciation.They were all excited and he himself was ready to work hard.In my  free period I would invariably find him standing near my staff room waiting for my nod.A mere look on my part ,would have him come up to me.
 
He did face music from me, for spoon feeding has never been my way of teaching.Yet nothing detered him.He wrote and rewrote the script of the story several times to get it perfect.Till the last hour I was working with him.I knew he could leave his mark.Yet when he went up on stage I prayed feverently.

The competition was not easy.We had our fingers crossed for his performance. There were good story tellers but this story telling skill had everyone in ruptures.There was a deafning round of applause. Everyone was amazed by his skill and confidence. Each judge appreciated him publicly.

Friends you may be thinking he got the first prize in his very first competition.  Sorry it is not so.This is no Hindi movie script I am narrating. He won the award for most Enthusiastic Participation. There was joy  on his  innocent face like no one elses.Till that award he had thought he was good at nothing.Today he walks in the corridors with double the confidence. I am so happy for him. Believe me friends the small chance I had taken was a larger win for me,it built my confidence too. 

By Binita Jha

112.Cricket

Cataclysmic events

Have shaken my foundation.

Cheated I stand

Taxed and axed.

Lecherous men

Have snatched my ambience.

No more

I am a gentleman's game

Betting is my new name.

Each one plays me

For personal gain.

Turning the table

Switching my label.

Greed rules in my pavilion

Pitching and laundering

All that I had gained.

Perplexed yet I wait

For the magic wand

Clamoring to restore

My name, 'Cricket'.

 

Binita Jha

111.Sometimes

Sometimes
Words mock at us
Mimicking the instances of life.
We keep searching for meanings
Trying to immerse ourselves
In its depth.
Yet myriad life rolls out
In tears and joys,
Without defining
Its desires
Knowing well
Moments pass
Memories remain
Engraved in our heart
Till we go down
Feverishly delirious
To be one
With dust.

Binita Jha
 

110.वरदान

 

भोर भेल हे सखी

उठू लोढी आनी फूल

आउ सजाबी माँ जानकीकँ

आउ करि हिनक श्रृंगार

आउ शीश झुका पूजा करी

आउ सब मिल मनाबी

जानकी जन्मदिवसक त्यौहार

आउ करी हम सब प्रार्थना

आउ नीक आचरणसँ

करियैन हुनक सम्मान

जाइत पाँइत कए दूर भावनासँ

उठए ऊँच अहि माटिक संतान

विद्याक होइक बास दिमाग मे

कलम पर होइक सबकँ दियमान

अनपूर्णा रहैथ भंडार मे

लक्ष्मी बसैत आंगन द्वार मे

बनल रहै खेत खलियान

सभक चित होइक ख़ुशी

नै क्यौ होइक उदास दुखी

करनी सभक हुए उत्कृष्ट

बोली मिठगर मिश्री सन

द्वेष कलेशक भावनासँ

उपर होइत हिनक सभ संतान

हे जानकी हम माँगए छी

अपना मिथिला लेल

अहाँसँ बस यैह वरदान
--बिनीता झा

 

109 Unkae anae par.............

Unkae anae par jaag uthi hai meri khushi

Unkae anae par roshan hai meri zindgi

 

Unkae anae par chehek utha hai man

Unkae anae par khil utha hai tan

 

Unkae anae par jewan suro ka sangam

Unkae anae par dur hojatae hai gam

 

Unkae anae par fiza jhum uthti hai

Unkae anae par jahan khubsurat  lagta hai

 

Unkae anae par khwab angraiyan leti hai

Ek Unkae  aa janae par sab kuch apna sa lagta hai

 

 binita jha

 

 

 

108.Havoc

Presumptuousness shatters

When life lifts its shutters

To reveal dark desires

Engulfing us with tongues on fire

Raving to carve a niche

In a world beyond reach

Churning havoc in calm water

Presenting a synopsis

Of forlorn cravings

Causing the brimming eyes to spill.

By Binita Jha

107.माँ

तोहर फुलवारिक हम फूल माँ
तोहर स्नेहक छी हम मूल माँ

तोहर छायाँ मे हम बिसरलहुँ स्वार्थ
तौहीं सिखैलाँ हमरा धैरजक पाठ

हमरा लै तौहीं करय छैँ सभ बात
हमरा कष्टकँ तू नित करय छैँ कात

तोहर चरण मे शीश झुकल अछि
तोहर ममता मे मोन डुबल अछि

तोहर ऋणी हम अहि जीवन मे
तोरासौँ सुन्नर ने क्यौ जीवन मे

बिनीता झा 

106.Mummy and Maa

105. I....

I am the master of my fate

I am the master of my soul.

Unconquered passion

Makes me strive.

I traverse steadily in life's lane
Unfurling my desires
To reach simple goals.

Undeterred by my fails

I like to change,

Surprising at times

Even myself.

I seek all this

With simple pride

Having placed myself

In His faithful Hands.

 

Binita Jha

104~I Love to Labour~

Nothing can beat me till I quit,
My progress is never lost  till I stop.
I tastes failure,
To enjoy bits of success .
No matter how often I lose,
I cannot give up
Till my final rest.
Fate can slam and bang me around,
It can batter my frame till I am down.
But I will labour serenely each day,
For I have no time
To cry silly over mundane.
My family waits for my return
I work hard to make fate turn.
Empty stomachs
Make me strife
I move on in life
With equal pride.
No one has the power
To curb my zeal
I love to labour
Despite the up heals of life.

By Binita Jha