Now, there is no road to glory

All roads lead to another road

Another road leads to another one...

And so on... and on!

For Homo Sapiens,

the umbilical cord is their first road,

to life and dreams!

It is meant for transportation:

Nutrition, food, water....!

Expiry date: Best before ten months from the first fruitful intercourse.

Roads never teach you how to walk, run and ride.

You have to learn using try and error method.

Some roads are like saints,

straight with no junctions or curves in between.

A few others are like maniacs,

complicated with whole lot of branches.

The rest are like foreigners,

simple but unpredictable and suspicious.

One fine morning,

Like a clock stop ticking at an earthquake,

roads start an indefinite strike.

The road to school,

the road to hospital,

the road to church,

whorehouse, milkbooth, police station,

the road to infatuation, lust,

infidelity, cheating, honesty,

the road to girlfriend's kisses and touches,

the road to the mind and body,

to the stomach and lungs,

etcetera

were stand still.

A saint killed a maniac,

A maniac killed a foreigner,

A foreigner killed a saint.

Immediately after the end of the first round-table summit of the roads,

All of them are admitted in an insane asylum.

Now there is no road to glory,

All roads lead to the asylum.