Ocean Of Life Poem by Gajanan Mishra

1

Making surfaces smooth
I want to raise my hands
And I want to walk through
The waves of time.

Here find the secrecy of all
Hidden agenda driving me
Towards the ocean of life
All purified here and there.

2


Silently I am crying
With this heavy rain water
And korona smuggler.
No one can say I am cheaper,
And I am never critical in any way.

Let me snap my fingers at you
And I want to say you something
Extraordinary like a manager.
For you only I produce a bright flash
At the blue-sky and blue eyes.