Analysis of Krishna Wanting The Moon
Mother, the moon I want as my toy.
I will roll on the floor,
Not come to your lap,
Nor have my hair-braid combed.
No longer will I be your child
I will only be Nand baba's boy.
Listen son, come to me
There's a secret from bal we can hide.
Hiding her smile, Yasoda said,
I'll give you a brand new bride.
Quick then, Mother, I swear by you
A wedding is what I'd like.
Scheme | ABCDEAFGHGIJ |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 100111111 111101 11111 111111 11011111 111011101 101111 101011111 100111 1110111 11101111 0101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 362 |
Words | 78 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 12 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 271 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 76 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 07, 2023
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