Unable To Describe Her

How best can I describe her,

Give the pencil may be I could draw,

Or just write it with a pen,

Perhaps a song can do,

Or may be I should write a novel.

Her beauty too big for the words,

May be the teeth are but snow,

The figure is said to be"eight,"

The face is so brown,

And the eyes well fixed.

A bit tall a bit short,

A bit fat a bit slim,

The smile can disorient an enemy,

And the blushing can blind totally,

Those legs must have been well studied.

Steps well calculated,

The sitting posture just appetizing,

The voice too is melodious,

This is the beauty of the beauty,

A calabash no one can despise.

Friends help me describe her,

May be one can draw her,

As another writes with the pen,

Another one should compose a song,

And the novelist too can scribble it.