Mothers: A cold breezeA Poem by Jaskaran Singh SethiIt is no doubt mother's keep the child in womb for 9 months but what they do for their child if any trouble happens to him,this I have portrayed through my journey through Wilson's disease
When I am unable to see
She becomes my eyes, And when I an unable to eat She invents infinite ways to feed . When I an unable to walk She becomes my crutches And when I am unable to speak she finds ways to read my unspoken words In her constant prayers she begs sound health for me , as that's what she always wants . Whenever I imagine a reflection of God I always see it in my mom I always see it in my mom. © 2018 Jaskaran Singh SethiAuthor's Note
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AuthorJaskaran Singh SethiAmritsar, North region, IndiaAboutI am a Wilson's disease patient,I am 32 years old.i started writing 6 months after the diagnosis. I am a published with one poem in Indian anthology. My poems are aired on us radio more..Writing
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