A Cutie Cautions Poem by Nabakishore Dash

If you are marrying me
for my fairy skin,
narrow angled jaw line,
straight nasal bridge,
expressive blue eyes,
cup's bow lips,
Curly gold hair hanging below hips,
flash of my white shining teeth,
hyperbolizing you underneath,
pinkish tongue and gum,
my smile making you warm,
my optimally long neck,
curve in my back,
tiny waist line,
voluptuous butts with elegant align,
mid-sized busts,
straight slender legs,
feet with longest big toes.
You are grossly mistaken and I
caution you to defer your decision
or else you are sure
to welcome foes and woes.

These are the ephemerals of life,
droop down, wither away
with disease and age,
not sustainable how much we strive.

Wise to reveal whether
I can inspire,
motivate, take care,
ease your frustration, give support, with friendly comfort,
germinate hopes when life pulls down,
without my eyes frown.
If phenomenal, you can hasten
your decision,
marriage won't crumble down.