A Public Figure Poem by Naveed Akram

Do we name blindly and call blindly?
Or do they all swear to the loyalty of what is above?
A public figure is such that dreams are discussed,
His nickname was a first name, and he called
Himself a spirit, not a sprite or a sailor of worth.

And so the ship sails with gesture and ride,
Movement was its speech as it rode the waves
And shores of this vast space called the world.
An enigma has been converted to a closed book
For the waves of the sea were combined there.

My conundrums have a twist and they love the answers
To questions about public speech,
We name them what is owed
For to laugh at the course of despair is primary.

And so the waves touch the keystones,
From the troughs comes a torrent,
And more crests subjugate.