Mothers: A cold breeze

Mothers: A cold breeze

A Poem by Jaskaran Singh Sethi
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It 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

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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 Sethi


Author's Note

Jaskaran Singh Sethi
They say mothers are housewives but she sacrificed her life so that I could start mine,she learnt acupressure and Reiki over a period of 6 months

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Very nice, I am jealous. I never had that sort of relationship. I was forced not to look in her eyes or smile, if I did I would be beaten.

I am envious of people whose mother were kind and great.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Jaskaran Singh Sethi

6 Years Ago

Don't worry bro,all that looks is not rosy,even I get the beatings

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Jaskaran Singh Sethi
Jaskaran Singh Sethi

Amritsar, North region, India



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I 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..

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