Wednesday, June 19, 2013

117.Diamonds

Diamonds of desert
Precious and rare
Shimmers in beauty
Beholding my eyes.
Mesmerized I stare
At the sight so rare
Filling my vision
With the gift of the season.

By Binita  Jha
 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

116.My Plight

Look at my plight
Morning light
No more delights
Fragrance from flowers
Are lost amidst towers
Star filled nights
Are out of my sight
I have lost my appetite
Sitting on debris I fight
Yet I find no respite.



By Binita Jha

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

115.Understanding

Understanding,
Ah! Why art thou difficult to pursue?
Is it your game?
To make us lame!
Unabashed,
You trample our lives
Making us lose sleep
As we weep
Seeking penance,
Questioning
What went wrong?
Unashamed,
You stand and watch,
As devastated life crumbles
Feeling forlorn
And crushed.
O! Understanding
Why do you sue ?
When Thou must show courtesy
Don't you realize
Mortals sizzles
Only on thy mercy.

By Binita Jha

Friday, May 31, 2013

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 




Thursday, May 30, 2013

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.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

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

Sunday, May 26, 2013

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