Analysis of Poetry; Poetry And Only Poetry
Telling me to go to office; spending marathon hours of the day under menacing eyes of my disgustingly manipulative boss,
Was like asking a man to gallop to the absolute pinnacle of Everest; without fingers on his hands; toes on his bohemian feet.
Telling me to go to office; tolerating the spurious mountain of smiles besieging my boss's face; behind which sprouted the satanic devil,
Was like commanding the crystal blue expanse of brilliantly empty sky; to shower upon torrential cloudbursts of majestically pelting rain.
Telling me to go to office; incorrigibly adhering to each instruction of my boss; which could infact imperil the ambience of the celestially blissful surrounding,
Was like the world's richest man not getting the object he badly wanted; even as his treasury overflowed with glittering gold and superfluously satanic silk.
Telling me to go to office; bowing down with obeisance infront of the unsurpassable battalion of blood sucking clients who frequented; the abominable interiors day
in and day out,
Was like leaving the most preposterously gigantic fish; in heart of the overwhelmingly sweltering desert.
Telling me to go to office; singing an incessant fountain of praise for my boss in front of the treacherously conventional society; when infact my beloved fervently awaited my presence; with tears welling in her eyes,
Was like asking a soul wholesomely dead since centuries unprecedented; to bounce with euphoric exhilaration; just like a new-born child.
Telling me to go to office; breathing in monotonous space indefatigably round the clock; when infact my impeccably struggling comrades; desperately wanted my
help outside,
Was like placing the most appetizingly succulent meals on this globe before the roaring lion; when ironically he didn't posses a single tooth in his colossal mouth.
Telling me to go to office; yes-bossing my hideously uncouth seniors; as they kicked me relentlessly on my hindside; for apparently no fault of mine,
Was like expecting a garden of mesmerizing roses to blossom on cold blooded chains of bare rock; without a droplet of rock; without a chunk of fertile soil.
Telling me to go to office; cuddling my boss's pertinently pampered son; amiably caressing the festoon of glorious jewels on his snobbish persona; as if he was my
own blood,
Was like asking the belligerent martyr to shoot an arrow in the birds eye; without a bow in his fingers; a robust thumb on his palms.
Telling me to go to office; lick the already glowing paths with my tongue; so that the most infinitesimal speck of dirt didn't stick to my boss's designer class shoes,
Was like asking the flamboyantly flaming Sun; to deluge every corner of this planet; with a blanket of morbidly deplorable darkness.
So it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; to make me quit horrendous office forever; relinquish its corridors of insatiable greed and malice till the time I lived,
Keep writing; evolving, fantasizing; breathing; eating; sleeping; dying and taking an infinite more births; for just poetry; poetry and just poetry.
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Metre | 1011111010101010110100111101001 11100111010101001100011011111101001 1011111010001001011010110101110001010 110100101011100101110010101101000101 10111110101011010111111010010010110010 11011011100101101010111000111001010101 10111110101111101010111010110000100001001 0011 111001101010110010010010 1011111010101010111110110101000100111011000101101110001 11100111110001001110100010110111 10111110100010011101111010010011000101 111 11100111001111010101010100110100101010101 101111101111000111011110100111101001111 1101001011001011011101111010101101011101 10111110101101000101100001001110010111001011111 11 11100010010111100011010101100011111 1011111010010101111110100100111101111001011 11100010010111010010111010101100010010 1111101111010111111010010010110010100101010111 110010100101010100101100111110010001100 |
Characters | 3,048 |
Words | 499 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 3, 2, 3, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 23 |
Letters per line (avg) | 108 |
Words per line (avg) | 22 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 249 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 50 |
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