My Hundred Lines [Last Part]
Forgetting the daily grammar
From the center of gravity of a polygonal want
Gauging the center of circle's core utility
Going a little ahead slowly
All of a sudden slipped noiselessly
White bear is moving around frosty destination
Compass went into hiding— fled away the target
Friendless daily adventure
To the posterior feelings
The pigtail of collapsed sensation
Removing lice with condolence
With millions of cells daily
Whirling round and round
Within narrow circumference
No tree attached black badge on pocket
No cosmic tremor is recorded
In the tranquil twilight
Nature put on ornament of lights
As if a cluster of small fishes
Going against the stream to hunting trap
Candles of the illumination go out one by one
A giant parasite on the soul
Unseen destructive beast injured the body
Forgetting all possible directions
Searching road heather and thither
Paths has been eaten up by the infrastructures
Flattering shadow spread wings
Over dislocated brain-cell
I am dubious sighted deaf and dumb
Like an extremely senior person
Eclipse of impassable misfortune
Is attached as the glue on my forehead
I have read the palm of space
In the moonlight at midnight
Backbone fractured on greasy algae
Days are going to the down stream
Struggling frantically to keep afloat
Lastly hoisting rend shirt on the top of solitude
Cool calligraphy of misfortune
Set up on the helpless garret
On the moment of taking decision
Decision itself hanged with a rope
On the branch of excised banyan tree
Investigators are in deep waters
During post-mortem session
Still amazing dreams beckon
Trust is playing snake-ludo with soul
Snakes biting— restarting every time
I have lost both legs— but going ahead on crawl
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Submitted on October 15, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
| Scheme | AXBBC DEAF DGBXGEX HXXXDCBXA IFC XD DXXHBXX XDX DXBID DCXC |
|---|---|
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 1,658 |
| Words | 279 |
| Stanzas | 10 |
| Stanza Lengths | 5, 4, 7, 9, 3, 2, 7, 3, 5, 4 |
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