Analysis of Desperate Moments
Quaid-Uz-Zaman 1954 (Jamalpur)
Each house is a volcano
live or dead,
gushing out lava red,
panic is the name for white blood cells;
Witches telling tales to their's progeny,
owls knitting silence in vain, sorry, I can't tell tomorrow's fate,
even after a second, my breath is a mystery, bending always towards the western sky.
Still under the rubble beneath the ashes, I will keep on searching ...
I want my magic lantern back.
Shadows wandering,
black deaths hovering
over the long stretched Milky Way,
I hear the soft sounds descending,
I turn to the soul,
Oh! Welcome, my native language.
(Station Road, Jamalpur)
07.09.2021)
Scheme | XAAX XXX BX BBXBXX XX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1110010 111 101101 101011111 1010111100 110100110111011 10100101110100101010101 11001001010111110 11110101 1100 11100 10011101 11011010 11101 11011010 1011 1 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 587 |
Words | 103 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 2, 6, 2 |
Lines Amount | 17 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 93 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 22 |
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