99.monak gaap

 

Monak gap monae mae ghuriyat rahi gail

Vichar jakhan kelau bajai k baak  sang chori gail

 jae chal apan humra sa nirash bha gail

pata nai humra sa eei galti kiyak  bha gail

 nai kara cha haliyae dukhi kahiyo

Lekin humra sa eei truti bha gail

 Manbai k koshis kelau bahut

Lekin baat pher sa bigair gail

 kal jori prathan karai chi prabhu sa

Humra ghura dait apan sneh ja dur bha gail

190. बेटी

गीत गबैत नानी
बेटी घरक रानी

बनैथ बुझनुक ज्ञानी
मीठ बजैत वाणी

बनैत काजुल प्राणी
दान करैत चानी

रचैत नब कहानी
छोरैत अपन निशानी

189.झूठ फ़ुइसक मान की

झूठ फ़ुइसक मान की
आगु आगु शान की

मिठगर बाजू तान की
कम बजने नुकसान की

बुधियार अहाँ आन की
झूठौ पसारने दोकान की

भुखल दुनिया अभिमान की

कोठी भरने  धान की

किरपन  देत दान की
नय  लागल भान की

बिनीता झा 

188.इ केहन पगली बना देलौं अहाँ

मिठगर बोल से मना लेलौं अहाँ
खौजैल मोन त खसा देलौं अहाँ

निर्मोही सजन एक तरफ़ा सब दिन
सबटा हमर गलती  गना देलौं अहाँ

शान में  परल रहल जखन हिया
बीन टोकि हमरा कना देलौं अहाँ

निरर्थक इ जीवन अहाँ बिन सदा
बिन कहने बात जना देलौं अहाँ

ताकब बाट सब खन अहाँ के 

इ केहन पगली  बना देलौं अहाँ

बिनीता झा 

187. Tribute

Debris on streets
Reflect our callous streak
The careworn nation
Is our own creation.
 

Discarded bottles ,polythene  and wrappers
Find an easy slip,
Promising to create new sky scrapers
As our ethics dip.
 

Lanes and corners are our urinating zone
To spit on road we all are prone,
Rotting smell chokes our breath
Yet careless we stay till our death.

 Appeal for cleanliness
Remains meaningless,
Unless we target our self
Not to litter in public place.

 Polythene must find no takers
Defacers must be treated as sinners,
Dustbin must multiply on streets soon
Roads must not be treated as spittoons.

Let us do our bit by all means
To keep our nation neat and clean.

Let’s  show our gratitude

By changing our attitude.

Let's adhere to the clarion call

Let each one of us contribute,

In ways big or small
And pay motherland true tribute.

By Binita Jha  

186. Online portal

With lonely morning day starts

We are together yet apart.

Interactions petrifies us in actual

We may though be comfortable in virtual.

Kids and adults are locked on screen

Rising from the trance only to scream.

Under the same roof there is no communication

Yet we never fail to complain about alienation.

Seeking solitude in time zone

Loving to hide behind tablets and phones

Managing to send text, pictures and emoticons

Ignoring reality happily we sing in our new tone.

Relationships with ease have gone for a toss

Media and gadgets have become our new boss

Turning us into nincompoop mortals

Using us like commodities on online portals.

 By  Binita Jha