Does enjoying all our senses makes us aware of our existence as human or only thinking makes us human?


(“I Think Therefore I Am”  – René Descartes)


I see
The golden sunlight
Filtering through the leaves.
Feel gentle breeze
Caressing my cheeks.
Smell fragrances
Of wild flowers
Wafting on the breeze.
Hear the birds chirping away,
My feet gently treading the
Moist grass beneath,
Velvety to my touch.
Wild berry’s heavenly taste
Melting in my mouth.
This is heaven on earth.
I think I am alright.
Oh sacrilege!
I think?
Therefore I am?

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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