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Tsepang Ranneileng Poem
is it me, or is it my inherent personality?
humanity has become strange, difficult to understand.
i may too have an insecurity
of these worldly and tragic complexities i have to withstand.
if only one valuable word could be triumphantly said,
such a word that would resurrect my soul from the immortal pain
then i would feel a sense of victory, and my loss thus paid.
whenever the sky roars with fury, i know that something cleansing is to
follow...rain.
i need to be rehabilitated back to my old ways
what was it that forbid me from joining them then?
i have done myself a terrible discursive, and now my heart wails.
it is still hard to trace, to trace what really led me to the den.
i have allowed them to infest their virtues in my territory
they have poisoned my behaviour like rust stains steel.
but now i know, that i will never be part of them, and it feels like an entry
into a cleansed state of mind, at my own free will.
and for all this, I AM AN OUTCAST
a slave to my inordinary past.
Copyright © Tsepang Ranneileng | Year Posted 2007
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Tsepang Ranneileng Poem
why is it easier to sleep,
than to wake up.
why is it easier to forget,
than to remember.
why is it easier to be wrong,
than to be right.
why is it easier to take,
than to give.
why is it easier to be careless,
than to be careful.
why is it easier to want,
than to have.
why is it easier to complain,
than to be appreciative.
why is it easier to ask,
than to answer.
why is it easier to dream,
than to do...and why is easier to be where i am,
than where i want to be?
Copyright © Tsepang Ranneileng | Year Posted 2007
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