JUST A POEM

Place: Bilaspur Railway Station (Chattisgarh state, India); Platform number: 04
Time: 10:15 PM
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Poocha gaya mujhse marzi meri,

maine muskura ke khamoshi keh di.

Sawal hua ki kya hai tajurba mera,

maine ek alfaaz me zindagi keh di.

Unhone koshish ki jaanne ki aur mujhe

maine bhi unko ijazatt de di.

Poocha unhone kis baat se lagta hai darr mujhe

maine sehamm kar mohabbat keh di.

Wo chale gaye fouran wapus

maine socha ke wajah to poochte

Khamoshi se ashqo ko pocha humne,

aur usey tajurbe ki ek aur ghadi keh di.

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A MUST READ (got it from a friend)

*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.

THE WORLD AND YOU

The world is a mountain 
Whatever you say, good or bad, it will echo it back to you 
Don't say I sang nicely and mountain echoed an ugly voice… 
That is not possible 

The human intellect is a place where hesitation and uncertainty take root 
There is no way to overcome this hesitation…except by falling in love 

To reach the sea and be happy with a jug water is a waste 
The sea that has pearls… 
And a hundred thousand other precious things