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.