182.Obeisance to Thee

Maa  obeisance  to Thee

You are omnipresent

You are omnipotent

You beam with benevolence

Providing us abstinence

Channeling  our synergy

Blessing us with your energy

Responding to us in duress

Calming us in stress

Jagat Mata is your modest guise

Till you decide to show your fierceness

In the form of Chandi and Bhairavi

Wiping  away the evil in disguise.

Obeisance, obeisance obeisance to Maa.

By Binita Jha

181.Why......?

Why is a girls intelligence never acknowledged?
When Saraswati is the goddess of knowledge.
Why are women half fed and hungry?
When Anapurna is the goddess of food and curry.
Why are girls muffled in sleath?
When Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth
Why do we exploit even as women?
When Mahisasur Mardaini is the destroyer of demon.
Why can't we protect our women from goons?
When goddess Lalitambika is the giver of boons.
Why don't we let women speak?
When we call Goddess Raja Rajeshwari the protector of weak.
Why are the women raped unconscious?
When goddess Gayatri illuminates our conscious
Why do we forget to protect the divine beauty?
When protecting Tripura Sundri is our duty.
Why do we abuse her with impunity?
When Maa Durga is the destroyer of impurity.
Why do your children pray to your benign presence?
When rest of the days women are treated with callous indifference.
Maa why during Navratri this fallacy?
When you know well it's a mere hypocrisy.

By Binita Jha

180.If...

If ever my hands are stretched ,
May it be just in your praise.
If I ever my head is raised,
May it be to acknowledge your grace.
If ever my lips move in feverish prayer,
May it chant your merciful name.
If ever my eyes search for inner peace,
May it be at your graceful feet.
If ever I feel forlon and lost,
May you bestow upon me your bountiful love and care.
If ever I fail in my duties,
May you be my merciful guide.
Maa I seek thee
In my each breath.

Binita Jha

179.dur

dur janae ka rasta 
kabhi eis kadar khoj letae hai 

ki  khud lab seel jatae hai
majbur ho jatae hai 

chaltae toh hai rishtae jornae 

par rishtae saath dena chor detae hai

agar khushi sabki hai esi mae 
toh hum khush hai 
sabki khusi mae
ye jaruree toh nahi ki hum
jo chahae wo hi ho
ho toh bas itna ho
ki sab khush rahae 
bhalae hi dil royae

By Binita Jha

178.Life's Play

Witnessing the life's play

has me wondering

how easily we slip

in a fit of rage

the best way we mortals
find to get our way

is to drink,swear, shout 

through night and day
so others will keep away

the mark of true sacrifice

happens to be
to purposely cut, bleed,starve

and wander like a vagabond

for that ensures 

others can be treated 

like a heap of dirt 

as they can't do the same

fowl mouthed 

sentiments flow

while the sane have theirs'

snapped between the toes

threats and scorns

are the new instruments of love

mercilessly killing

with vocal spill

swearing in different name

blaming others

is the highlight

of this game

for at that moment
all are players 

doing things when they want;

and angry person
the emotional saint
living never for self

but like a lover

born to ruin himself.

By Binita Jha

178.HAPPY RAKHI

HAPPY RAKHI TO ALL MY BROTHERS
This one is specially for you.

O Brothers!
How empty would growing up
Be without you?
You have bestowed upon me
Your loving care,
Standing like pillars
Whenever I needed you .
Childhood memories
Are filled with nostalgic moments
We spent growing up together.

The harvest season
Took us to the paddy field
Despite objections
That girl’s shouldn't go.
It was you who supported us
And was our bank of strength.

Skipping and jumping
To the fields we went
Drinking fresh sugarcane juice
And eating puffed rice and kachri
Till summons from Daijee and uncles
Forced us to return home.

Summers had us playing truant
With mother, aunts, uncles indoor
We spent our time in adventure sports
Silly competitions marked each day

Eating fresh chillies
With mouth’s on fire
Eyes streaming with tears,
Yet we wouldn't give up
To beat each other
In this game.

Climbing guava, litchi and mango trees,
Digging into pickle jars,
Gathering courage to pull out keys
From beneath Daijee’s mattress
Made us feel like a star.

Evening were spent
Playing in the courtyard and temple
Till it was time for a bedtime story.

Assembling on the grand red staircase
We were all ears for Gyanchand,
Our head servant to spin his tales.

Today we have grown up
The festive Rakhi celebration
Unfolds the rich memories
Of untold bond
We share even today.
HAPPY RAKHI BROTHERS!

By Binita Jha

177.भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

नानी गामक(सरिसब पाही) रथ जतराक फोटो सभ देखि मोन बिहुँसि उठल,नेनपन मोन परि गेल आ अनायास निकलि गेल किछु पाँति राधाकृष्ण सरकार लेल, राखि रहल छी सभक सोंझा:

रथ चढि ऐला सरकार,
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

सजल सभक घर द्वार
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

श्वेत,ललित,हरित,पीयर श्रृंगार 
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

सुन्नर सजल भोजनिक थार
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

करैथ आदर आ सत्कार
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

रथ जतराकेँ त्यौहार
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै

राधाकृष्ण सभक पालनहार 
भक्त जन गाबै झूमै 

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