Existence

Nothing can be bigger than the fact that I exist My existence itself is a source of my joy I look at my hands And wonder that with these I can touch With my feet still I can walk Miles after miles My little two eyes can see me sights In delight so I express a huge gratitude that means also That my heart is still alive and can feel the heat of hate and love I go to be glad when I listen to music Like magic I feel the taste and smell of my delicious food Really I am very thankful to my skin To let me know The difference between hot and cool Rough and smooth Above all the direction of the wind If this life still makes a sense Then all credits must go to my brain for its wonderful thinking!