Prince of pains (Garbage boy)

AYESHABEG

Here comes the prince of pains
He walks on the broken glasses
leaving a tint of blood telling he was there.
There is a big white garbage bag twice his weight drooling over his
shoulders.
As he walks a speeding car on the puddle splashes dirty water on his
face,
He dries his face but it is still wet from his big tears.
He mumbles that when I get my fate twisted I'll take revenge on that
Richie rich.
He is the one who share his food with stray dogs,even sometimes
chashed by them,even then he doesn't stops dreaming.
He hates when people look at him with disgust in their eyes but even
then he smiles thinking they might return the same favour but they
just shoo away the prince of pains.

  • Author: AYESHABEG (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 3rd, 2011 09:40
  • Category: Children
  • Views: 59
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Wow. It is very sad. Excellently drawn from the perfect picture to the concluding sorrowful line. I like it because it seems so well done, yet it is so very sad.



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