What Is It Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Often I wonder when I closely look
See her eyes a little too small
How love grows in my heart's nook
What is it makes me for her fall!

Her nose is too short broad and low
Her lips are pale and thin
She has a skin dull without glow
How my heart she continues to win!

She isn't curvy lithe and tall
Nothing to write home of her face
She doesn't possess what you may call
Hallmarks of great beauty's grace!

She is no svelte of proportioned girth
Her frame can't be model for an art
How still she seems most precious on earth
The one and the only for my heart!