Existence Poem by Abdul Wahab

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!