Garbage Prince

It’s nothing I just read a news article about unmarried mothers, and how they leave their kids in the hands of divine god to cry for life. So just thought of writing feelings of the kid and his mother

 Garbage Prince

We all say parents are second to god,
But when I was born, I was searching for that other name of the lord,
People say the touch of a mother can heal any pain,
But what if your own mother is the reason for all your pains?
You can’t blame her, you can’t hate her,
But I, I am different,
I actually don’t know who is my mother?
They say they found me near a dustbin,
So they named me Garbage Prince.

All this while I hated that name,
Not because it’s not good,
But because it tells me who I am,
“Garbage thrown in a bin.”

I cry in nights wondering who I am,
I actually don’t hate her, I cry for her,
There were nights when I cried blaming her for everything,
Then there were nights when I smiled for things that happened to me,
I still remember the moments when I was crying for her touch,
She was running away from me, and my eyes, they were on her.

When I look back, I really don’t know what scared her,
Maybe the look of my worried eyes,
But I was her child, how could she ran away from me,
I can’t blame that guy, who left her after giving me life,
After all, he was not the one with whom I shared those special 9 months of life.

People struggle their whole life to meet and feel their soul,
A mother not only feels it but also gives that soul a new hope,
Every now and then a few questions erupt in my mind,
She was my mother; so does she ever felt anything for me?
She ever thought about what will happen to me?
I know every mother does,
Maybe she thought it too.

I did feel for you my child, I really did, 
You cry blaming me for everything in your life,
And I, 

I cry thinking what should I tell to my little child, 
You know when I left you that day;
I did see those tiny droplets of your eyes,
I wanted to hug you;
I wanted to wipe those drops of water of your eyes.
But that day, don’t know why I ran away,
Maybe I was scared of this world,
Scared of its questions,
That day I ran away not from you,
But from my own heart and own life,
I can’t ask you to forgive me,
But please don’t cry, my child.
  
I smiled, society what about this society,
What it has to do with me,
Nothing, 
Then why you got scared maa,
Why you felt I have nothing to do with you,
A child can’t blame anyone,
He can only cry,
He can only look but what else,
All these years its only tears that my eyes had,
Taking them away, please maa,
My eyes can’t live without them anymore,
I am not angry with you, mother,
I am just praying for a child,
I know this world is cruel,
But even it doesn't want another “Prince” who is found on the garbage side.

Raj

Reviews

[Dandelion]

You chose a very deep, delicate subject and wrote it perfectly. I love that you made the mom respond back in her point of view and how that child saw life and questioned about his mom. I felt abandoned myself while reading that child's cries and this is because you write into the subject without restrictions, which is amazing of you because these kind of subjects aren't talked about by many people who are just shocked. Finally, I loved the way you ended this piece, by saying that this is wrong, that it is cruel to abandon our children, our own blood. The way you write about love is genuine and true. Thanks for sharing this wonderful chef d'oeuvre. I've already showed it to my family :)

[raj24]

Thanks Jannie :) Trying to write again, I hope it will all go good.

[Anahat]

Written perfectly with a lot of emotions..
Well penned :)

[raj24]

Thanks Anahat..I hope all is going good in life. I hope your college got over. n I am glad you liked it.

[Latifa]

the name GARBAGE PRINCE is so implicit in it's meaning yet it yells suffering and pain
I enjoyed reading it

[raj24]

Thanks Latifa.. i am glad you enjoyed reading it :)

Raj

[Frieda P]

Achingly sad, happens all too often, sometimes mother's have no choice but to give their children up due to circumstances out of their control, not a bin of course, an affecting read Raj.

[raj24]

Thanks Frieda... i am glad you liked the topic .. thanks for reading :)

Raj

[Indian Ink]

Its too good, Raj!!! You think so deep!! You portrayed each and everything with clarity... Keep it up!

[raj24]

Thanks Nayanika...thanks for the kind words :)

Raj

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

You have focused on a true event prevalent in our society. It's a very nicely written poem.

[raj24]

Thanks sir.. i am honored by your kind words.. thanks for reading :)

Raj

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

You are most welcome.

[amrit]

great use of imagination .. enjoyed it !

[raj24]

Thanks Amrit.. even i enjoyed your work.. you are really good..thanks for reading :)

Raj

[Naina]

its a very emotional poem raj.. very well written.. I must say that you are god-gifted to describe the true feelings in a perfect manner.. everyday in newspapers we see such type of news especially of girl childs, its very hard for a mother to just left her child in a garbage bin but because of this society she has to do that.. but i think that the moment a woman becomes a mother she gots the courage to take care of her child, to fight for her child.. I seriously didn't get that why they do so.. anyways, nice one.. :)

[raj24]

its society that we all are afraid of.. we just fear of listening the right things...thanks for reading it Naina.. i am glad you found the topic relevant.. :)

Raj

[Naina]

pleasure is mine.... keep writing..:)

-Naina

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

The emotion in this touched me in such a sad way...Pure sadness but such a good read. Really good write for just reading an article about it, very well said and very well written.

[raj24]

Thanks again buddy.. i am glad you liked it..thanks for reading :)

Raj

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

of course :)

[Wall Hermitt]

This is very insightful, Raj. Plays with the emotions of the reader whilst perusing, first seeing things from the perspective of the ‘Garbage Prince’ and agreeing and sharing the thoughts he’s held on to. A conflict occurs as you present to us the side of the mother and we feel her pain too. It is an unfortunate situation. There's very profound sense of honesty and fairness in your writing. Your tendency to explore and reveal different view points, divulging the cases of different individuals in difficult conditions shows good literary ethics. The poem highlights a very sad reality indeed.

Thanks for the share.

W.H.

[raj24]

you are helping me in write better Hermitt.. i really appreciate your reviews.. i am glad you liked this.. i was waiting to hear your nice words.. thanks :)

Raj