Your warmth is very sophisticated-
more touchy than warmth of winter night's Old Monk,
more sensible than bird's nest,
more authentic than Kashmiri quilt.
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it's to protect me when these arms will become ashes, it's to protect my ever little kid, as they still feel me........... expressive; beautifully penned all through
Well done Sankhajit! Great poem!