Difficulty Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

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.

The warmth of four arms
never let me to feel any difficulty-
without night day can't survive,
without difficulty life can't progress.

They do solve,
I feel the warmth.
At times I take lessons how to solve-
it's to protect me when these arms will become ashes,
it's to protect my ever little kid,
as they still feel me...