A Sad Story-Shikham - Page 3

Yeah dat y i js write os only long ago i left writing ff's i concentrate on OS only

Yes i was awake till 7 😆 Me Insane 😲 😭 ok stopping my drama 😆

Yes my Seniors r like us only 🤣 dats y i was sleeping peacefully n wen after two three hours i wake up n statrted IF again🤣 🤣

Yeah u can do anything but no1 wil allow u to sleep at work cos dats d difference in India n other countries 😆😉

Originally posted by: arsh4life

Yeah dat y i js write os only long ago i left writing ff's i concentrate on OS only

Yes i was awake till 7 😆 Me Insane 😲 😭 ok stopping my drama 😆

Yes my Seniors r like us only 🤣 dats y i was sleeping peacefully n wen after two three hours i wake up n statrted IF again🤣 🤣

Yeah u can do anything but no1 wil allow u to sleep at work cos dats d difference in India n other countries 😆😉

Originally posted by: TimelessBeautyy

Gosh, your seniors are as bad as you. 🤣

My work consists of travelling around everywhere. I just have a really hectic lifestyle. That's why I don't get enough sleep. 😔 Though, I do know people that bring pillows in to their work place and sleep during their breaks. 😆

Got to go for now. Will be back later.

P.S. I wouldn't be surprised if I still found you here. 😆

No dey rnt bad actually dey r really sweet 🤣

Dey don;t work n don't allow us to work🤣 🤣

Oh tohu don't get enough sleep dats really bad yaar 😆

Are you toking bout us cos we have kept pillows n blankets in r lockeroom🤣

ok bye

yeah don't be surprised cos iam here only😆

Originally posted by: -Asmi-

aww!!! its so gud!!

i loved it!

such a trageic poem/story!!
hats off to d writer👏

Yeah asmi

its reall nice

d writer has done really good work

even i luv tragic n sad endings stuffs more dan happy one's

anways thnx for likin it.

Originally posted by: arsh4life

A Sad Story-Shikham

Shikha was so happy about the house they had found.

For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town.

She unpacked her things with such great ease.

As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.

How wonderful it was to have her own room.

School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon.

There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy

It's just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great.

She made new friends and even got a date!

She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,

Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"

To be known in this school you had to have a clout,

And dating this guy would sure help her out.

There was only one problem stopping her fate.

Her parents had said she was too young to date.

"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.

They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"

Shikha asked to stay with her friends that night.

Her parents frowned but said, "All right."

Excited, she got ready for the big event

But as she rushed around like she had no sense,

She began to feel guilty about all the lies,

But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?

Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,

But the moonlight ride would have to wait.

For Gautam was half drunk by this time.

But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.

Then the room filled with smoked and Gautam took a puff.

Shikha couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.

Now Gautam was ready to ride to the point

But only after he'd smoked another joint.

They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,

Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.

They finally made it to the point at last,

And Gautam started trying to make a pass.

A pass is not what Shikha wanted at all

(And by a pass, I don't mean playing football.)

"Perhaps my parents were right...maybe I am too young.

Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."

With all of her might, she pushed Gautam say away:

"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."

Gautam cranked up the engine and floored the gas.

In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.

As Gautam drove on in a fit of wild anger,

Shikha knew that her life was in danger.

She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,

But he just got faster as they neared the town.

"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.

I really went out for a moonlight ride."

Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.

"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"

She doesn't remember the force of impact.

Just that everything all of a sudden went black.

She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,

And heard, "call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!

Voices she heard...a few words at best.

But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.

Then wondered to herself if Gautam was all right,

And if the people in the other car was alive.

She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.

"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."

These voices echoed inside her head,

As they gently told her that Gautam was dead.

They said "Shikha, we've done all we can do.

But it looks as if we'll lose you too."

"But the people in the other car!? "Shikha cried.

"We're sorry, Shikha, they also died."

Shikha prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done

I only wanted to have just one night of fun."

"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,

And wish I could return their families to them."

"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,

And that it's my fault so many have died.

Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"

The nurse just stood there-she never agreed.

But took Shikha's hand with tears in her eyes.

And a few moments later Shikha died.

A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best

To bid that girl her one last request?"

She looked at the man with eyes so sad.

"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."

This story is sad and unpleasant but true,

So young people take heed, it could have been you.

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Hey guys its not os or kind of Story its js poem like something which i found on internet long ago all the credit goes to the real writer n uploader for it iam js posting it and for ur convenience iam converting it in Shikham form and i wanted to dedicate dis to Jas d dhokebaaz no.1 but as its sad n i don't want my sis to get upset again so not dedicatin it to u jas wil write one happenin for u soon cos dis brother luvs u😃.

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