The Young Lover Of A Thousand Lovers Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah

Curiously he walks up this steep path,
His life brought to an end he design
Embracing his true nature in error
And on the thread mill of life he spins continuously
Thinking profoundly of his greatest agony
Now he is forced to take a walk
With his pen in his hand like the mad man he insulted
Shattered like the glass out of the hand of a maiden
The young lover of a thousand lovers
Having to contend with the struggling oceans
He brought disaster upon himself
While he walks up that steep path
With his forehead embedded with the holy mark of confusing
Every stranger turns to gaze upon him and wish to know what he thinks
Such a sorrowful young lover,
The architect of his own pitiful fate
The tyranny of loves tenderness envelopes his soul
Such sweat sour emotions lies in his heart,
The management of a thousand lovers
Look at him, a young lover destroying himself of a thousand lovers
May the birds of nature despise him as he takes a walk
And let him find peace in his decision
Indeed his lovers destroys him only if he knows
Hanging his soul upside down like the washed cloth on Saturday hangers

Not one, not two, not three, not four and certainly not five.
Would they live in his heart, if he does not find a way to dispose them?
Causing such a tragedy to his future, the architect of his fate
Should he leave one, two, three, four and certainly not five.
He counts as his steps he takes
Should he entangle himself in loves sweetest abode?
And gain the experience in the art of love
Or should he be the designer of his own fate.