No one returns

 The signboard

On the highway,

Where the roads split

Into a 'Y'.

Has seen enough travellers

Some turn left,

Some take the right,

Some dash against the berm ahead.

The paint on it has peeled,

Writings are barely decipherable

Decades of wind and rain.

Some peer tentatively,

Some shout angrily.

But, having taken the turn,

No one returns.

It is said that

Neither the left,

Nor the right,

Holds a U turn ahead.