Meeting Three In Life Poem by Obiaeli Ifediirichukwu Victor

With gradual evolvement in life's ordeals
Met I three figures of existence
Of all came the first figure
The figure of one...a thinker
Like the clock she is timed
Unlike the crow she is wise
In a close distance we hugged our feelings
Revealing oneself to another in a true mirage
Sun rays penetrating the firm walls of her heart
Assures me of her tripping on sighting a rose
So does the thinker I love in the dark

Believing the first figure has come to stay
So did I rub palms with the second
Emanating from the light thingy of pretence
Saw I the figure...that of a bumbler
Just as the chameleon she takes all colours
And as a parrot her tongue ply
Until I discovered the feathers of a peacock in her
Turned down her ever luring appeal with a smile
Of all her acclaimed feelings... walked out on me
Off all I cared, never stayed back for her return

Amidst the witty presence of the thinker
Above all the naughty absence of the bumbler
...saw I a mystery cloned figure
That of a lover, unto whom I gifted a rose
Like the dazzling array of the Moon on its cosmic lap
So does her beauty steal the hearts of men
Just like the beauty of nature unadulterated
So does her wisdom permeate my glowing skin
Embellished with love, thoughts and courage
So does she aspire to be a strong woman
Such who knows the needs of the lover and his do withouts
Such as beautiful as nature's own gift
A heart as plain as the river
And filled with ideas as the forests with green

Meeting three in life, the thinker, bumbler, the lover
I am made by two of a kind
Unto the third figure that went dim
Begone from me, begone
The advice of a thinker
The passionate kiss and care of a lover
All man needs to be made
Meeting three in life