Analysis of After Death
There was a time when I emitted my first cry; with my mother hoisting
me high in the air,
Now I lay on the forlorn ground unattended; with scores of black cockroach
crawling over my face.
There was a time when my flesh was as rubicund as the crimson rose; with innocuous saliva dribbling from my mouth,
Now I resembled a disheveled heap; with a fleet of pugnacious vultures hovering above my head.
There was a time when I rambunctiously played with an ensemble of contemporary
toys; my elders pampering me with crusts of creamy chocolate,
Now people passing viewed me with dismay and utter repulsion; inadvertently showering rotten leftovers of food over my face.
There was a time when I used to voraciously scribble infinite lines of literature; profoundly absorbed in composing verse every day,
Now I was strewn on the tarmac like a decayed parchment; having relinquished
all my power of envisage and perceive.
There was a time when I used to dress in ostentatious clothing; overwhelmed to
gyrate to the tunes of blaring music,
Now I wasn't even able to hear the slightest of sound; the tiniest of movement; with a blur of darkness camouflaging my eyes.
There was a time when I sporadically laughed and cried; easily provoked by the
most impeccable of joke,
Now the blood seemed to have frozen in my veins; and the contours of my face
had gone completely lifeless.
There was a time when I used to hold the impregnable hands of my mother; to
cross the busy traffic lanes,
Now a fleet of bulky vehicles ran over my body; and I didn't shed even a solitary tear.
There was a time I had insatiable craving for exquisite food; irrevocably longed for fried steak all day,
Now the buds of taste had shriveled on my tongue; and I had been without water
for several days.
There was a time when my blood was incessantly boiling in my veins; with the
boisterousness of youth prompting me to execute irascible decisions,
Now a series of bones protruded from my wrinkled skin; and It was impossible
for me to raise my hands to drive away the most insipid of buzzing flies.
There was a time when I spent each day of my life incorrigibly loving my beloved; spending marathon hours in the day nostalgically reviving our initial romance days,
And now I lay listless and languid on the earth; having thoroughly abnegated
worldly pleasures; waiting for the Creator to grant me heaven or hell; after my death.
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Metre | 110111010111111010 11001 11110011001011111 101011 11011111111010110100010100111 11010001011011010101000111 110111111101010100 111010011111010 1101011101010101001001010111011 1101111111010011100001001001011001 111110110011010010 11101010001 110111111001010011 110111010 111010101101011010011010111010011 11011101001011000110 1010011 10111110011001111 1101010 11011111100100111101 1010101 101110100110110011011001001 1101110100101100101000111111 1011111011101110110 1101 1101111101001001110 1111011100100010 1010111111010110100 11111111010111101 110111111111110101101010001101010010011 011110010101101001 1010101001011110111011 |
Characters | 2,370 |
Words | 423 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 3, 3, 4, 3 |
Lines Amount | 32 |
Letters per line (avg) | 60 |
Words per line (avg) | 13 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 192 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 42 |
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