Awe of Reality
Awe of Reality is a poem by Hopewell Valley Central High School senior Sathya Kummarapurugu & was published in Panorama, the literary arts magazine.
Awe of Reality
What is this place?
Somewhere in this world, I walk.
I see the placid sky, stretching over a vast horizon.
For what?
I see birds chirping in the sky, like a chorus in a church.
Their melody is so soothing,
it could lull anything to sleep.
For what?
I step on the hard road that has been built on a world covered in life.
Symbolizing the dominance my species has imposed for thousands of years.
For what?
Insects going about their day
hunting, and killing,
and feeding, and loving.
For what?
The sun sets and rises every day, glowering at the Earth with fury and praise.
It stares angrily and smiles lovingly.
For what?
The Old house decays in silence while the New house flourishes with excitement
The Old clings to the past sheltering the time it held the memories of joy.
The New longs for the memories that it has yet to experience.
For what?
But in the end, the question “For what ” is inconsequential for the past is not meant to
be dwelled upon and the future is one to be experienced
What is this place?
Somewhere in this world, I walk.
I see the placid sky, stretching over a vast horizon.
For what?
I see birds chirping in the sky, like a chorus in a church.
Their melody is so soothing,
it could lull anything to sleep.
For what?
I step on the hard road that has been built on a world covered in life.
Symbolizing the dominance my species has imposed for thousands of years.
For what?
Insects going about their day
hunting, and killing,
and feeding, and loving.
For what?
The sun sets and rises every day, glowering at the Earth with fury and praise.
It stares angrily and smiles lovingly.
For what?
The Old house decays in silence while the New house flourishes with excitement
The Old clings to the past sheltering the time it held the memories of joy.
The New longs for the memories that it has yet to experience.
For what?
But in the end, the question “For what ” is inconsequential for the past is not meant to
be dwelled upon and the future is one to be experienced