The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus has so deeply affected that often raises question in my mind about the purpose of competing against our fellow beings who might either be friends, relatives, neighbours, or at least the members of the same global family we live in.

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Manufactured machines, missiles and matter

Is it all what we live for I ponder?

Akbar, Caesar, Alexander or Hitler

All in the grave uniform the settler

Each and everyone by their turn

Sooner or later destined to learn

Be it your stardom, diamond or gold Monarch, attendant; unfledged or old Destination is same; marathoner or lame

A fair litigation; neither mercy nor game

Make haste or leap twenty- four -seven

No overtake ever evinced nor proven

Marine monster, Faustus or Mephistopheles

Never exempted

Prospero's Magic Island nor Florianopolis

Yet, beyond conception the rivalry of men

A race of absurdity obsessed as insane

Chasing the sunrise, revolution and orbit

Nowhere to reach; only departure and exit

Neither delay nor earlier I repeat

By Dipesh Kumar Bhagat

From: Nepal

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