Post-facto admission of guilt
for promising the sky
to attract multitudes
in public meetings- -
elected representatives
the acknowledged legislators
of the world, openly talk
about their hoary promises
The unacknowledged legislators
of the world make their own promises, too
trying to catch the silver moonbeams
on a piece of paper
or seeing a million suns
in the smile of a beloved
amidst dusky evening darkness;
the more intrepid adventurer among them
is fearless enough
to paint the sky red
and the ocean yellow,
he invites you to hear
the music of a thousand seas
amidst the stony silence
of a god-forsaken moorland.
Never mind the size of audience,
a deep sea diver,
one in a million,
gets the priceless gems
while the shallow sea-bathers,
a dime a dozen,
content themselves with shells and pebbles
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