To Retire
All of a sudden, When the lights are off and the curtain falls; You are suddenly reminded of your exit; Every second spent as a lame-duck Is a revelation of how time flies. With no roles to play When you fumble on the stage When the made-up face no longer makes any relevance The well-versed script has no effect; You get dragged by yourself To the green-room of life. Sans costumes, sans roles, sans actions and replays... Out there... You become one in the multitude With no distinctions nor identities. Is it the "Vanaprastha"? A voyage back to nothingness, More glorified with exalted minds and hearts Where valour and triumph no longer matters Where nobody gets defeated nor wounded Where one becomes stoic, In deep surrender to the greatness of nature.