Analysis of Indian Widow
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she was ruthlessly ridiculed at every quarter of this conventionally acrid society,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she was treated worse than what people could have treated barbaric dogs on stray streets; shrugging her entirely
from the fabric of blissful existence,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she hopelessly staggered on every step towards a painstaking defeat; with literally every door slamming tyrannically shut
upon her impeccable persona,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she became the subject of indefatigable abuse; with all males in vicinity; salaciously devouring every bit of her untainted innocence,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she lost even the most infinitesimal trace of her integrity in the air outside; with people preferring to bleed; rather
than look at her cursed face,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she frantically searched all night and day for an unassailable friend; but what she got was the uncouthly coldblooded whiplash instead,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she was disastrously decimated in her conquest to be self sufficient; with powerhouses of wealth in this Country; devilishly using her innocence to their savage advantage,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had become a ravishingly ingratiating persona all right; but morbidly devoid of an irrefutably moral conscience; which led to righteously blazing light,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had remorsefully frozen the poignantly scarlet streams of blood in her veins; in her hopeless mission of trying to savor empathy and blankets of compassionate love,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had become a statue vengefully divested of even the tiniest of emotion; as she into a life of lecherous nothingness; for times immemorial,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had lost her pristine chastity the moments she stepped outside; with the winds of diabolical prejudice shattering her into an infinite pieces; of bizarre worthlessness,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had become a mere commodity; being insidiously traded on the dais of depravation; to yield to the viciously abhorrent cry of the devil,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she left her immaculate children in the malicious orphanage; rather than having them witness her being gorily mutilated
every unfurling second of the day,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she alighted from bed every morning all right; but with the flaming light outside; seeming to be worse than the corpses; of dolorously dead light,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she incessantly cursed her destiny all night and day; for yet keeping her so tirelessly breathing and discerningly alive,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she felt as each instant stabbing her with a whirlpool of heinous atrocity; with the word hope disappearing forever from the thesaurus of the; murderously ungainly planet,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she was exonerated from all relationships; with even those bonded by blood; snobbishly failing to recognize the blissful contours of her; innocuous face,
Without those two pinches of vermilion; she had even stopped praying to the Almighty Lord; knowing it perfectly well that she would be satanically kicked by
the conventionally ritualistic priests; from the very first of the sacred
Temple steps,
O! Yes for once upon a time it was indeed those two pinches of vermilion glistening profound between her hair; that had granted her the status of an
embellished queen; with this same society saluting her with loads of respect,
While today she felt that the worst sin she had committed was to marry; for after her husband unfortunately quit his last breath; she had become the
same treacherous word on everyone's mouth; which she forever wanted to forget; she had become just one another in the devastatingly augmenting list of Indian widows.
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Metre | 01111101011100101100101101000100100 011111010111011110111001011111000100 1010110010 0111110101100101100101010011100010011011 0100100010 011111010101001101000011110010010100100110010100 011111010111001001001100100001111100101110 111011 0111110101100011101110100111111011101 0111110101101001000010111010110011011010001001001110010 0111110101101010100010111100011111010111100101 01111101011110010010111001001010110110100010101001 0111110101101011010110010010101101011100100110100 0111110101110101000101111101101001001000011100101011 0111110101101010100101101011010111010001011010 01111101011001001000010100101101100101100 10001010101 01111101011111001011110101111011110101111 01111101010100101001101111001100100101 011111010111110100101110010010110100101001010101010 011111010110100110101101101111011001011001001 011111010111011010010110110011111111 00100000101101011010 101 11110101110111110101000101011110001011 01011110100010011101 10111101111010111011001001000111111010 1100111011101010101110111010001000101110010 |
Characters | 3,975 |
Words | 626 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 117 |
Words per line (avg) | 23 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 164 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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