In The Theatre Of The Absurd Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

In the theatre of the absurd,
Felt I,
Life is absurd,
We are here for nothing,
Living uselessly,
Just passing time.

We do not know why are we here,
Who are we,
What the purpose of ours,
Who are we waiting for,
Without emotion and feeling,
With the exhausted and exasperated stamina?

In the theatre of the absurd,
Felt I,
Life is absurd,
Man an absurd player
Enacting on the stage the play
Of the absurd.

Life is nothing, the stage set for absurd players,
All, the dramatic personae
And protagonists,
Mouthpieces and spokesmen,
The absurd characters,
Dull, dreary and motionless,
Sadistic and pessimistic,
Looking forlorn.