Analysis of The Mosque Of My Creator
I saw it everyday from my window; profoundly admiring its magnificent spires towering supremely high towards the sky,
I stared at it unrelentingly for marathon hours; meticulously absorbing its stupendous grandeur; the shimmering steps that led to the shrine,
I dreamt about it all throughout the night; fantasizing incessantly about blending my life with the omnipotent aura it generated,
I indefatigably counted the number of devotees entering its sacrosanct chambers; prayed to the creator to satisfy all that they had ever wanted,
I clasped both my hands in meek submission; knelt down on my toes to wholesomely drown in the sounds of melodiously jingling b bells,
I snapped countless photographs of it with my contemporary camera; capturing its alluring charm in poignantly brilliant sunlight; as well as under placid rays of the Silver moon,
I kissed its floor passionately; stood for fathomless days on the trot in front of its Divine idol; lost in the eternal ramifications which continuously radiated,
I spoke about it to every stranger I encountered; trying to spread its immortal magic in as many individuals who were thoroughly oblivious to its enchanting spirit,
I tried to perceive it in the most wonderful form that was ever conceivable; epitomizing its marvelous beauty to the pinnacle of my incomprehensible imagination,
I cleaned its ambience umpteenth number of times in a day with austere antiseptic; ensuring that the even the last particle of obnoxious dust was completely annihilated from its very roots,
I studied tirelessly in its incredulously cool interiors; letting the waves from the sagacious deities overwhelmingly illuminate and cleanse my mind,
I benevolently donated large sums of money; provided all that I could to appease the diabolical hunger of the tyrannized urchins aimlessly sobbing around its periphery,
I perspired like a bull in front of its gate; amicably welcoming all who wanted to pay homage to the Gods,
I sprinkled perfumed water on the idols every dawn; embellished each statue embedded inside with a resplendently fragrant festoon of lotus flowers,
I embossed infinite lines of enigmatic poetry every unleashing minute; in my modest attempt to portray its Omniscient essence all throughout the colossal globe,
I tied a bunch of pious threads on my fist; disseminated the same along with sacred vials containing ash to scores of followers thronging its territories every hour,
I intractably refrained to erase it from my memory; even when I left its premises embarking on a voyage for transient instants of time,
I didn't spend even a single second in the day without cognizing its spell binding beauty; inexorably stimulating every iota of my brain to serve the Almighty in the best possible way,
And yet when I got up from my sleep in the sunny morning; the very first thing that I did even before splashing water on my face; was to add a pinch of its holy dust to my eyes; visit the most adorable and revered "MOSQUE OF MY ALLAH, THE MOSQUE OF MY CREATOR".
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Metre | 1111011110010010101001100010010101 1111111010010000101010010100111101 11011101011000100011011100100101100 1110010110110011001011001011011111010 11111010101111111100111111 111010111101001001001010101001011111010110101 111110001111101011101101000100010101000100 1101111001010101011101010011001001010001001101010 11101100110011110010011100101010011001000010 11110011011001101010010101001100101011010010011101 110100011101001001101100010001000111 1110111100101111101001001010110100100110100 1110101111100010011101110101 110011010101001010110100110110111010 101100110101001000101001100110110101010100101 11011101111010001011101001011111001110010010 11011011111001011111000101010110111 11011001010001011111010010001001000101111100100011001 0111111110010100101111110011010111111011110111110010100001111100111010 |
Characters | 3,021 |
Words | 496 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 130 |
Words per line (avg) | 26 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 130 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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