284.कश्ती (HAIKU)

दरिया में कश्ती 
बढाती है खूबसूरती 
मंज़िल को खोजती 

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283.गणतंत्र स्वतंत्र भारत महान

गणतंत्र स्वतंत्र भारत महान

बनल रहै देशक संविधान
खेतमे उपजै गहुम धान
भरल पुरल रहे खरिहान
आपस मे नहिं हुए क्लेश 
नहिं क्यो बांटि सकै देश
आऊ बढाबि देशक मान
न्योछावर कर परै चाहे प्राण I

जय भारत!

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282.आऊ बैयसु एक छन गप करि

आऊ सखि बहिना गप करि
आऊ बैयसु एक छन गप करि

किछ अहाँ कही किछ हम
आऊ बैयसु एक छन गप करि

नीक बेजाय जीवन के बाँटी 

आऊ बैयसु एक छन गप करि

दू दिनक  मोह माया जीवन
आऊ बैयसु एक छन गप करि

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281.मनुख मात्र बेहाल अछि

चारू दिस बबाल अछि
सबलग ढेर सवाल अछि

वस्त्र  बनल रूमाल अछि
नबका जूगक कमाल अछि

लफूँआ हाजीर जबाब अछि
कियौ रोकत मजाल अछि

गरीबक जीवन जपाल अछि

महंगाई  केने निहाल अछि

कुव्यवस्था थिरकैयत ताल अछि 
मनुख मात्र बेहाल अछि

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280. Deserted

Deserted looks the path
That leads to my village.
Poor facilities mocks life
Education and employment
Has long been tossed away
Bureaucracy is too busy
In pleasing the influential.


No longer the village caters
To the villagers basics ;
No longer the cuckoos call
Is music to the inhabitants ears.
The garish tunes of life
Have left them deaf.
Or may I say,
To stand in the crazy life's race
Village has failed to keep pace.

Yet the land may forgive
Their selfish needs.
But will their souls
Not one day weep?
Guilty of giving back nothing
To the land on which they rest.

Soul O Soul! I happen to be one of them.

@ Binita Jha 

279.Poetry

Ah! Poetry
Stay with me I pray
Your company infuses energy
When I am Stupefied
By life's miseries.

O! Poetry
Hold me close
Hug me tight
Don't let me go
For I tend to stray
When I am away.

Dear poetry
In your warmth
I immerse myself in meters
And blank verses
Like a child in her mother's lap
Confident you won't betray.

@ Binita Jha 

278. Real life

Away from the hustle and bustle of city life
Stands my village surrounded in green. 
Its morns are filled with delightful chirps
Stars light up the clear night sky. 
Fishing,  farming,  planting trees
People go about their daily life. 
Noise and pollution are unseen here
People never forgo their afternoon nap. 
Oh!  how I long for this rustic life
Devoid of mad race 
For material needs and gains. 
I wish some day soon
To hang my socks
And be part of the real life. 

@ Binita Jha