205.Imperfect Moments

The days gone by fleets across her mind
Leaving her numb in pain which no one must find.
Helplessly she tries to gather her sanity
Only to be engulfed in colossal wave of insanity.

She has learnt none will understand her integrity
And has accepted it with utter veracity.
Her heart though sinks in sorrow deep
With the the realization nothing remains constant. 

Old memories do seep and peep
Flooding her eyes threatening to slip.
Yet she can't afford to crib or weep
With life's lane vacant her climb is steep.

She knows she has none to blame
For each act and word would sound lame.
When imperfect moments steal the show
It is useless to desire for anything anymore.

Binita Jha

204 . Lullaby

The gifts that seemed to charm me 
Smoothers me like a serpant today
The pen that poured out thought
Stifles and freezes as if cold.
The voice does rise
But Alas! It seem like a weapon
Striking to shred me into pieces
With a curse For me in every note
And I have none to blame
This lullaby is scripted by me alone.

Binita Jha

203.Look...

Look for goodness present in this world
Look down on none for short lived fun.

Look after your needs but don't be greedy
Look forward to helping the poor and needy.

Look at the privileges you are blessed with  

Look around and see how people struggle  .

Look into the matters before you chatter
Look before you jump to silly conclusion.

Binita Jha

202.She is As Old As Me

There are millions of girls even today being married at an age when they should be playing with dolls and nourishing dreams of career. We have been celebrating the birth of this republic for more than six decades.Yet strangely,many girls in our society still perish under the age old dogmas and we look on.For we believe, interfering in others personal life is not our business.Had it been a case of inter-caste  marriage or communal clash you would see our furry in the most unimaginative way.Shattered ,my pen pours out what it sees, on this 66th Republic Day.

She is as old as me

She is a dutiful wife

She is the mother of two.
A daughter and a son.

Son- in-law and grandchild
Are her pride.

Soon she will have
A daughter- in- law too;
And be blessed perhaps
With many grand children.

Her humble settlement

Appears to be filled

With mirth and happiness

Seeking bliss even

In unawareness.

Right to Education

Or Rights of a Girl Child

She never has dared

To think about.

Or did she ?

To be snubbed into silence.

She smiles unfazed

By the plight of her state.

She is just one of her kind

With no changes seen

In Four score

And two years of her life.

Yet it pains me to see
Even after 66 years of 
India becoming a Republic.

This is her plight.

By Binita Jha

201. कागा

लाल गुलाब जे देखल कागा  

ढोहि करेज मे ऊठल  कागा  

हवा जे सिहकल धीरे धीरे  

केलक मोन के बेकल कागा   

गाम परल अछि हमरा मोन 

कुचरब सुनि छी हरषल कागा

अछि आँगन में सब कुशल ने 

ककरो सुधि नै भेटल कागा 

बैसल छी किछु किछु सुनबा लै 

सुनबै सबहक मंगल कागा

बिनीता झा 

200.O Maa Saraswati!

O Maa Saraswati!
O Maa Shardae!
You have come all the way
Dressed in white
Riding your swan
On this Basant Panchmi
To bless us indiscriminately.

Lute , book and lotus
Are your  powerful instruments,
You spread wisdom and knowledge
Among us the ignorant.

Weaving the magic of words
You wipe out illiteracy 
Making none but the pen 
Mightier than the sword.

You conducts the biggest orchestra.
Playing your lute just to soothe
Ailing human hearts
Lost in gloom.

O Veena Vahini !
Welcome to my abode
Please stay Maa
Beyond Basant Panchmi.

By Binita Jha

199. Dream

Ill-fated doom

 Would fade away

Bringing genial smile

On each dream's face

Daring to realize their dream.

Friends have the audacity

To stand beside your dream.

Don't just dream

Of chasing your dream

Or fret on being left out.

Have the ability 

To rise from slumber

Not just to aspire 

But also work and perspire

To lure and charm your dream.

By Binita Jha