Analysis of A storm in the tea cup
A storm in the tea cup
I belong to human race
The crown of the creation
Truth is my worst enemy
Lies are my girlfriends
Sitting on the wings of flattery
I fly to the heights of egotism
Selling my leisure
And all my pleasure
I bought a snare of busyness
Letting the gigantic world aside
I've locked myself up
Ragging a storm in the tea cup
(Anjum Aziz Abbas)
Scheme | A BXCXCXDDBXAA X |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 010011 1011101 0110010 1111100 1111 101011100 111011100 10110 01110 110111 100010101 1111 1010011 10101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 344 |
Words | 70 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 12, 1 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 95 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on August 20, 2014
Modified on March 05, 2023
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