I love her not for the promethean
Eyes she has which ignites awe
And mystery, not for the redness
Of her lips, not for the black
Eyelashes that winks.
I love her not for the prodigious
Wisdom she possess, not for the
Astounding sensibility she carries
With utter credence, not for the
Patience she manifests in my absence.
I love her not for the enticing words
She speaks, not for the way she dances
Elegantly, not for the way she sings
Endearingly like a canary.
I love her not for the way she makes
Me smile, not for the way she makes
Promises to me, not for the way she
Sublimes.
I love her not for putting roses
In the chic hair bun, not for putting
The beguiling eyeliner, not for the
Jingling sound of anklets and bracelets
Every time she ambles, not for the
Irresistible saree she drapes around
Her physique, not for the scintillating
Chain of silver she wears around her
Waist.
I love her not for the luring romance
She evince towards me, not for the
Smell of her presence, not for the way
She links our arms, not for the way she
Thinks our togetherness is inimitable.
I love her not for the way she embraces
Me in malaise, not for the way she
Kisses me gently and receptively,
Not for the way she gratifies me over
The phone, not for the way she makes
Me feel the buoyant jiff of life.
I love her not for the way she adorns
My little home like a fairy, not for the
Way she prettifies my garden with
Tulips, lilies and marigolds, not for the
Way she embalms my laceration.
I love her for the purity and divinity
Of her disposition ; I love the beauty
Of her soul.

                                      _Subhajit Mitra