247.How crass are the demands off this world

Paraded for approval
To check her colour and looks
They dressed her as beautifully as the could.
She didn't realize that day
The depth of their act 
For she wasn't even a teen.

She didn't know 
The ways of the world and its beatings.
Today she is aware
Society judges a girl by her looks
Failing to see her as a human
With emotions and desires
No less than any other.

While the man judges himself
With the wads of note in his pocket .
He may not be a debonair prince charming
Yet he desires for a beautiful doll 
To display the gains of his wealth and power.
O Lord!How crass are the demands off this world.

By Binita Jha

246. Hypocritical World

Lucky are the people 
taken care of by people at home
Yet they crib they are alone.

They profess their sacrifices
Giving up food and taking to vices
Zeroing others as merely fake.

Had they the audacity 
Of sparing a kind word
The world would be different.

Understanding is a two edged sword
It depends on trust and kind words
Which fails in today,s hypocritical world.

By Binita Jha

245. Akash tar

Akash tar bais
Ganait rahi taregan
Kariya megh aib 
Ka gel anhar
Rahi gel ginti
Taiyon takai chi
Megh chatai lel
karai chi binti
Fer ek ber bais
ganab hum taregan
Khujal akash tar
Aai sa besi 
nai kono Mon lagua khel
leen rahab
Ganab fer tara
Khelaib luka chupi
sang det nischit tara

binita jha

244. Litigation

Dependence crumbles us
Breaking us within
We are left staring
At the stark empty space.

There maybe no limitation to allegations
Yet don't give up,fight your own litigation.
Truth never surrenders to any bias
Proving each moment it is pious.

By Binita Jha

243.आउ चन्ना आउ ने

आउ चन्ना आउ ने 
अमावस के पूनम बनाऊ ने 

मध्य रात्रि आउ ने
मीत बनी जाउ  ने

नैनक प्यास बुझाउ  ने 
राग मधुर सुनाउ  ने

फुलबारी हमर गमकाउ  ने 
अपन शीतलता बरसाउ ने 

ओ चन्ना आउ ने 
हमर हिया जुराउ  ने

Binita Jha

242.A blast from the past

Catching up with memories
Her lips curled up in a smile
Eagerly recapitulating the past
In silent moments
Lingering on words
Ceaselessly cascading.
Realizing despite
The paths being different
There are mutual feelings
Of understanding
About the chaotic 
Disorders and orders of life
Which binds people 
Like a blast from the past.

By Binita Jha

241. DeaD (Tricet)

Dictators Dictate Dictum

Draining, Drops
Till we Drop DeaD.

Binita Jha