Tuesday, December 23, 2025

Mani Suri

Look Out


One wrote a poem

About the meaning of life

The reason for living

Is elusive


Camus said it's absurd

Like Sisyphus

Just live, in spite

Of absurdity


It's the journey

Not the destination


Choose to be happy

Or miserable

In the travel


Be a comet

Swing past galaxies,

Stars,

Marvel at the splendor

Leave a trail


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