O sentšwela kae saka

O sentšwela kae saka

Hee wene ngwanana;
Hee wene lerato;
Sefeta ka tsela gomme wa gogela mahlo a ka kgogeding;
Kera wene wa moriri nka setsokwana sa letwsiokoko;
Wene wa fahlego sa theledi boka lesea;
Ke ra wene ngwanyana gotšwa mošwa noka ya lepelele;
Kua barego batho ba ntshe ba ipshina ka dihlapi selemo le marega;
Mo maoto a bona a phelago are gwadii!

Kere ntulele dirope ke go kuke;
Mpudulele moya ka mahlong;
Go bane ka ganong gona e kaba go nkhubatša legano;
Ntsware ka letsogo re rotoge thaba;
Re lebe mohlotswaneng wa godimo;
Mantekelekeng a thaba ya maroteng;
Mo re tlago dula ra ipshina ka manapo a dinosi.

Kgale ke go lealeetša ka mahlo o feta;
Kganthe le wene o be o tswalelega molomo;
O gegeiša maahlo, o tloga o hloka le boroko bošego;
O be o re ge o gopola kgopana;
Wa hloka boroko bošego, wa tsoga wa dula ka marago;
Wa duma ge nka kopana le wene tseleng.

O be o reng o sa mpotše ditaba tše kgale;
O be o reng o sa mphe lesedi ka bona gore ratirati o tloga o nthata;
Ke ra gona go mpontšha ka mesepelo;
Gore ke kgone go batamela ntle le go boifa.

Wene ngwanyana wa mahlo a nthetelego;
O sentšwela kae saka;
Gare ga sehlaka hlaka ke go hweditše;
Ka tšepedi wa nkamogela;
Wa mpha molatša ka lalela;
Dimpa di tletše;
Gomme ge e le marago ke dintlha.

Valentino

Valentino

Ka mahlo oa bona;
Ka ditsebe oa kwa;
Ka dikwi oa hlohlonelwa;
Ba boletse;
Ba pepenkeditse;
Ke lona la baratani;
La ka le wene letsobana laka;
Ke Valentino.

Bjalo ge;
Ntsware letsobana laka;
Mpatamele mothwana waka;
Le rena ga re ba bontshe;
Gore lerato ke la rena;
Ba bone ka maahlo gore le rato ke lona le;
Ba kwe ka ditsebe;
Ge re monana melomo;
Gore lerato ke lona le.

A re gate ka go nanankela;
A re sepele bjalo ka leobu;
A re tsatsanke;
Re gate bjalo kage re gata dikgapetla tsa mae.
Go bane le ke letsatsi la rena;
Ke letsatsi la baratani.

Nkgopotse mohla’a monene;
Nkgopotse maloba le maabane;
Ge rebe re kopana;
O le sebabola;
Ke le se gagola;
Ruri tsa mohlamonene;
Di nkgotla maikutlo.

Only one month

Only one month

She was crying for help;
But no one snoop;
She raised her tiny voice;
Calling her mom to help;
But nothing happened;
Until she loose hope.

Her mother went to a doctor;
After realizing that she was pregnant;
She went there to do abortion;
To kill the unborn baby;
Who will make life miserable for her;
Softy she drunk a peel;
And within a blink of a eye;
She was relived.

The poor little girl;
So beautiful and soft;
Lived only for a month;
But finally died a death;
A well prepared death;
Crying having no one to help;
Killed by her own mother;
She was only one months.

She died;
And buried in side a womb;
Without anyone crying for her;
Without anyone noticing her death;
Only her mother;
Who kept quit;
Be blessed little girl.

Allow me to pen it down

Allow me to pen it down

I said I will give notice to no one;
Yet subterranean in side;
I am smoldering;
The blaze is mounting day by day;
I presently suppose;
I inking it may perhaps aid;
I took a stand;
I said I will not say to;
However in the present day;
I deem I ought to;
Not with my oral cavity;
But by way of my pen;
I perceive a necessity to ink it down;
So that countless can see;
What I saw;
And what I experienced;
Even though it was agonizing;
Others should be acquainted with;
So that to appreciate;
And respect life;
The way it is;
I will use my pen;
To ink it down;
Today but not.

So gone

So gone

She is gone;
Forever not sure;
But now she is;
Without saying;
Goodbye she left;
Without saying a word;
She disappeared;
Vanished through;
A thick not good to look at;
Dark cloud.

Like lost;
I stand alone;
Gazing at the blue clouds;
Enjoying swimming;
Within a blue sky;
Unaware that I am lonely;
They passed without a greeting.

Not sure I am;
If she is coming back;
If she will return;
Not sure I am;
If she is ok;
And If she is missing me;
Like I do.

She is gone;
Gone and gone;
Not sure if forever.

I have no one to think of

I have no one to think of

Since we known each other;
Well but not that well;
I experienced this syndrome;
Which is caused by?
Thinking about one thing for long;
I do not have time to think of others;
You are always on my mind;
I do not know what you gave to me.

I do not remember you;
Giving me something;
Not to be forgotten;
I do not remember both;
Me and you doing something;
Memorable together;
Or do you remember;
Anything I do not recall.

Of cause;
Being gorgeous;
To you is something;
That you did not wore;
But is what you are;
And will always be;
I expect boys to crave to hold your hand;
And yes I am one of them;
I want to hold it tight;
Not just tight;
But long enough.

Every time;
At night;
And during the day;
When doing everything;
The only picture I see;
Is your attractive face;
Wrapped with love and care.

I have nothing to think of;
But you;
I have no one to think of;
But only you.

A lonely new year’s eve

A lonely new year’s eve

Alone I was;
Bounded by deep dark silence;
The house felt so heavy;
It was like listening;
To a dull classical sounds;
Of a just graduated art student;
Playing new learded piano notes.

Without a place to go;
I spent the day;
Faced by corners of the launge room;
Also faced up with dull television programmes;
Roaming the screen
With long ago never believed alient stories.

What was I expecting?
I do not think of me;
Inviting anyone to spent with;
But I do remember;
Rejecting invitations;
But I know I did not mean to.

I had plans;
Lot and lot of;
But the unpredicted tomorrow;
Brought unpredictable;
Throw them just before my face;
And alone I spent the New Year’s Eve.