Though epouch ran
Inquisition of the great
Inanity of fools
Lives with no discreet
Befuddlement of essence
Behind existence

Phylosophy had a wider mouth
"Monsieur Albert Camus"
Of essence and insipidity
of man abode, elucidate

Man's life,
Whatever course laid
In aesthetic,
Life is meaningless, and absurb
Enculfed in tales of
Anguish, pains, and death
Despite races and wars
Vanity for death stands tall

But then,
Must we drown in mire of hopelessness
In morass of helplessness
Sought bread in tranquility
In true ethics tie up
In miniscule blink
Like midst, we fade
Rush and embrace
Is vain indeed.