Analysis of My Son
He was one inconspicuous entity in this entire planet; for whom I could sacrifice all the wealth which I had arduously assimilated till date,
He was one magnificent angel cuddling the silken sheets; for whom I could relinquish every iota of smile; lingering uninhibitedly in my persona,
He was one fountain of mesmerizing emotions; for whom I could remain famished without a single droplet of water; all marathon night and flaming day,
He was one impeccable bundle of overwhelming joy; for whom I could annihilate all tumultuous passion fulminating in my heart; bond with the threads of manipulative reality,
He was one angel with a glorious conscience; for whom I could lead my entire life without my pairs of robust hands and feet,
He was one immaculate cloud inundated with optimistic beams of new found hope; for whom I could walk barefoot; for centuries unprecedented on a mountain of
acrid thorns,
He was one celestial marvel deluging the air around with Omnipotent light; for whom I could sip the most heinous of poison; the very first day; each time I took birth as a man once again,
He was one enthralling adventure who captivated everyone in his charismatic swirl; for whom I could blindfold myself perpetually; plunge without the slightest of apprehension in my eyes into a valley of sinister darkness,
He was one sacrosanct idol of happiness bouncing towards the sky; for whom I could burn all my inevitable belongings into threadbare realms of ghastly hell,
He was one innocuous jewel of prosperity; for whom I could bury myself boundless kilometers beneath gigantic avalanches of white ice; without a cloth to drape my nimble body,
He was one philanthropic spirit floating in a river of majestic goodness; for whom I could stand unflinchingly amidst the most inclement of fires; till the last bone down my spine charred to an appalling death,
He was one epitome of ubiquitous solidarity; a messiah of every religion created by man; for whom I could selflessly impart every beat of my passionately
palpitating heart,
He was one enchanting scent; disseminating his immortal essence wherever he crept; for whom I could confront the mightiest of disasters every unveiling
second of the day,
He was one tornado of effusive empathy; more grandiloquent than the heavens when he danced; for whom I could lick the most morbidly sweltering sand; sprinkled on the uncouth rocks,
He was one Omnipresent mirror of righteousness; candidly reflecting to the world its battalion of sins; for whom I could wholeheartedly embrace the corridors of extinction; in the most magnificent stages of my life,
He was one diminutively blue eyed beauty singing in the winds of exhilarating jubilation; for whom I could emboss unsurpassable lines of poetry; even after the
last droplet of blood in my veins had utterly exhausted,
He was one Omniscient ray of ethereally everlasting light; for whom I could survive till endless infinity; in a dungeon replete with hideous scorpion,
He was the most sacred fruit of our invincible love; for which me and my divinely beloved; had prayed since our several past lifetimes,
Most importantly; he was my blood, my breath; my heart; my soul; for whom I was ready to be born again only to face a countless more deaths; for infact he
was none other than my ultimate identity; he was my son.
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Metre | 111010010001010101111101011111010011 111010010100101111101010001011100101010 11110110001011110110010101011011010101 111010010101011111010110010101111011010010 11110101001011111101010111101101 111010011001010111111111111100010010101 101 11101010101011010011111101101100101111111101101 1111010110010010010111111101000101010101001101010110010 11110010110010010111111110100001001111101 111010010101001111101100100101010011101011111010 11101010100010101010111111010101011010111111110101 1110100101000100001011000100101111111011001111000 10001 111010101001010100101111110101001010100010 10101 111011100100101001010111111110110010011010111 111010101100100010101101011111110000101001010001010010111 11111110100011010001011110111110010100 110110111100010 111010111010111110111001000010011100100 1101101110010011110101001111101011 10100111111111111111011101101101011111 11101110001001111 |
Characters | 3,311 |
Words | 557 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 112 |
Words per line (avg) | 23 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 150 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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