Analysis of Polish
I polished my shoe using a blend of molten wax and color; exerting
onerous strokes with my hands,
As an aftermath they shone brilliantly under the sun; however after a
few hours of transgressing through the streets; they were completely
covered with squalid mud.
I polished the nondescript wall using a canister full of turpentine
oil; painting the same with shades of sparkling white,
As a result it appeared a stupendous treat to the eye; however after a
while I noticed abashing chocolate smudges which the children must have left
while playing.
I polished the necklace of lackluster silver by dipping it in pure
milk; vigorously kneading its periphery applying stringent lemon,
As a manifestation it shimmered magnificently under the beams of moon;
however when I sighted it after a few days it had again acquired incorrigible
stains of black juxtaposed with perspiration.
I polished my plate of food submerging it in a bath of foam; then
scrubbing it with a cloth of flocculent silk,
It glistened marvelously as if brand new; however after consuming my
meal of rice and curry; it again got coated with blemishes of black and blue.
I polished the windscreen of my car drenching it in tepid water; then
massaging it till it emanated a screeching sound,
The effect was so incredulous that I could almost spot stars sleeping
behind the sun; however after few minutes of driving the glass again looked
tainted with a sheet of nascent dust lining its borders.
I polished my finger nails using scarlet nailpolish; meticulously
applying it to engulf the entire surface,
The effect was pretty exotic as they conspicuously glimmered under the
lights; however after a fortnight the color seemed to as evanescent as the
passing storms.
I polished my teeth using a fat smear of tangy toothpaste; resolutely
stroking the brush umpteenth times on their surface,
As a consequence the armory of my enamel radiated like scintillating
pearls; however as the day unveiled itself into night; I saw a host of germ and
bacteria sticking merrily to them.
I polished my attire using an antiseptic bar of detergent; brushing
away the most minuscule particle of dust from my collar,
As a result of which I got profoundly noticed in public; however after
a few minutes a speeding car sprayed a drizzle of fetid water while passing;
and my immaculate demeanor was now converted to mere shambles.
I polished the floor all day using all sorts of modern contrivances;
even going to the extent of licking it clean with my tongue,
As an inevitable outcome it emitted brilliant ramifications of purity;
however after sometime was rendered indescribable; as unruly strangers entered
with their dirty feet.
But as far as my beloved was concerned she didn't need the slightest of
sparkle; the slightest of ostentation to project her persona,
The inner beauty of her heart perennially shone; irrespective of
changing seasons and the unleashing of time,
She was the only person who by my perception was the most beautiful;
the one who didn't need the slightest of polish.
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| Metre | 1101110011101010010 1001111 111011100100110100 110101010110010 101101 110010111001001110 11001111101 10011010010110110100 111011011010111 110 11001011010110101 1100010101000101010 10001011001000100111 101110110011110101001000 111011010 110111111001111 101101111 1101000111110100101 11101010111011001101 11001111101010101 0101111000101 00111010011111110 0101101011011001011 10101110110110 11011011010101000 0101101001010 00111001011010001100 110100101011101010 101 1101110011111100 1001111110 1010001001101010011 11010101010111101110 01001010011 11010101010101101010 010110100111110 10011111010100101010 01100101101011010110 010100010110101110 110011110111100100 1010100111011111 1101000110101000101100 10101110010010101010 11101 111110110111010101 1001010101100010 0101010101000100101 10100001011 1101010111010101100 011101010110 |
| Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
| Characters | 3,003 |
| Words | 509 |
| Sentences | 10 |
| Stanzas | 10 |
| Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 5, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6 |
| Lines Amount | 50 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 50 |
| Words per line (avg) | 10 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 248 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 51 |
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