A POEM ON ROAD SAFETY

Dedicating this poem to Kerala Journalist Basheer killed in road accident.

Very Touching Poem about  drunk & drive...........

 I didn't drink and drive,BUT....

 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 "GOOD BOY " 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?*

 Someone took the effort to write this poem. So please, forward this
 to as many people as you can. And see if we can get a chain going
 around the world that will make people understand that don't mix drinking
 and driving.


-CONTRIBUTED BY FLABIAN SIR , ST THOMAS HSS THOMAPURAM,KASARGOD