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    don't drink n drive....!

    'course this doesn't apply to us paki guys...
    but i found the poem very touching...

    I went to a party, Mom,
    I remembered what you said.
    You told me not to drink, Mom,
    So I drank soda instead.
    I really felt proud inside, Mom,
    The way you said I would.
    I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
    Even though the others said I should.
    I know I did the right thing, Mom,
    I know you are always right.
    Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
    As everyone is driving out of sight.
    As I got into my car, Mom,
    I knew I'd get home in one piece.
    Because of the way you raised me,
    So responsible and sweet.

    I started to drive away, Mom,
    But as I pulled out into the road,
    The other car didn't see me, Mom,
    And hit me like a load.
    As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
    I hear the policeman say,
    "The other guy is drunk," Mom,
    And now I'm the one who will pay.
    I'm lying here dying, Mom....
    I wish you'd get here soon.
    How could this happen to me, Mom?
    My life just burst like a balloon.
    There is blood all around me, Mom,
    And most of it is mine.
    I hear the medic say, Mom,
    I'll die in a short time.

    I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
    I swear I didn't drink.
    It was the others, Mom.
    The others didn't think.
    He was probably at the same party as I.
    The only difference is, he drank
    And I will die.

    Why do people drink, Mom?
    It can ruin your whole life.
    I'm feeling sharp pains now.
    Pains just like a knife.
    The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
    And I don't think it's fair.
    I'm lying here dying
    And all he can do is stare.

    Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
    Tell Daddy to be brave.
    And when I go to heaven, Mom,
    Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
    Someone should have told him, Mom,
    Not to drink and drive.
    If only they had told him, Mom,
    I would still be alive.

    My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
    I'm becoming very scared.
    Please don't cry for me, Mom.
    When I needed you,
    you were always there.
    I have one last question, Mom.
    Before I say good bye.
    I didn't drink and drive,
    So why am I the one to die?


    uffff a good poem to get the message of don't drink and drive across to those who do drink and ammarr I'm sure alot of desi guys drink too...:madhosh:

    I saw on TV that they have made the dont drink and drive advertisements even more gruesome just so the message gets across..

    Some people never learn...



      I know for a fact that many apnai in my area drink, and probably drive. People only realise the dangers of their actions when they are forced to face the consequences - only then its too late.

      Nice poem man


        Very nice poem

        Life is a game; either be a player or get played.


          A heart wrenching poem highlighting one of the major causes producing the high percentage of fatal road accidents in US. Only if everyone would take responsiblity of their actions while on the road, this could very well be avoided.

          [This message has been edited by Rarediamonds & Gold (edited December 04, 2000).]


            Ammarr really great sad

            I read this one a few years is the same thing just a little different...

            Somebody Should Have Taught Him

            I went to a birthday party
            but i remembered what you said.
            You told me not to drink at all,
            so I had a Sprite instead.
            I felt proud of myself,
            the way you said i would,
            that i didn't choose to drink and drive,
            though some friends said I should.
            I knew I made a healthy choice and
            your advice to me was right
            as the party finally ended
            and the kids drove out of sight.
            I got into my own car,
            sure to get home in one piece,
            never knowing what was coming,
            something I expected least.
            Now i'm lying on the pavement.
            I can hear the policeman say,
            "The kid that caused this wreck was drunk."
            His voice seems far away.
            My own blood is all around me,
            as I try hard not to cry.
            I can hear the paramedic say,
            "This girl is going to die."
            I'm sure the guy had no idea,
            while he was flying high,
            because he chose to drink and drive
            that I would have to die.
            So why do people do it,
            knowing that it ruins lives?
            But now the pain is cutting me
            like a hundred stabbing knives.
            Tell me sister not to be afraid,
            tell Daddy to be brave,
            and when I go to heaven to
            put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
            Someone should have taught him
            that it's wrong to drink and drive.
            Maybe if his mom and dad had,
            I'd still be alive.
            My breath is getting shorter,
            I'm getting really scared.
            These are my final moments,
            and I'm so unprepared.
            I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
            as I lie here and die.
            I wish that I could say
            I love you and good-bye.

            -Retold by Jane Watkins

            Khuda kisi ko kis par fidaa na kare.....
            Agar kare to Qyamat tak judaa na kare........


              It's a very sad story and I think people who actually drink and drive, wouldn't change their minds even after reading that.

              And yes, I know some Desis too, who claim to be Muslims, but drink anyway. I find that very sad too.

              Umer, the Pakistani Brain of Austria
              The Pakistani Brain of the Austria (formerly known as "The Pakistani Brain of UAE")



                verry verry good poem amarr


                  Very good poem.

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