The World As I See

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The smell is the only thing

that binds me to the world.

I smell wet grass, dry leaves,

ripe fruits and fragrant flowers.


I wake up to the aroma of toast

just as my stomach rumbles.

Ah! My mother knows

of my hunger before I do


I alert my mom to burnt food;

I am the first to smell spoiled fruits.

I wrinkle my nose at rotten eggs

and stay away from trash cans.


I smell in wonder the rusty old books,

the fresh new books,

my brother’s shoe polish

and the neighbour’s wet paint.


You see and observe;

I can only smell and feel.

Does the breeze hug you as it hugs me?

Tell me, does the breeze have a form and colour?

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