In The Middle Of The Ocean Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It is foolishness
To deny your presence.
Time is changing, true,
But you are there as before.

My language may be prosaic
But my emotions and feelings
Are poetic, you are to admit it.

My error and mistakes may be
Like the dry land of the desert.
But at the end, you can find
Water and the rich land that can
Satisfy you and quench your thirst.

You can make research but be sure
You would not get any gain or profit,
But always it is also not like that.

Count not the days, or weeks or months
Or the year, nothing like that here.

It is all bogus and it so happens,
You may wander in the busy land of
Life and death or on this earth or
In the middle of the ocean.