Analysis of The Air Which My Mother Breathed
The air leaking form the air-conditioner was ergonomically cold,
Pacifying tumultuous anger of people; frantically quarreling in the acrimonious summer heat.
The air diffusing from the ground; after fresh spells of monsoon rain,
Possessed a heavenly aroma of unbaked grass; tantalizing the nostrils into a partial stupor.
The air emanating from saline waves of the ocean; was blended with fine spray of sand,
Revived nostalgic reminisces of the evanescent past; impregnating the body with the spirit of adventure.
The air in close proximity with parched sands of desert; was like a sizzling inferno,
Was not conducive to breathe; provoking loud yelps and screams when caressed by nimble pair of feet.
The air prevailing at astronomical heights of the mountain precipice; was astoundingly thin,
Leading to austere problems of suffocation; camouflaging the face with mighty cylinders of oxygen.
The air floating in the dilapidated mansion; was blended with truckloads of dust,
Prompted iterative bouts of sneezing; had an obnoxious stench of dead rat and literature.
The air circulating in the cake shop; was ingratiatingly ravishing,
Inundating innumerable bowels with insatiable hunger; acting as an inevitable stimulant to eat.
The air revolving round the dense foliage of trees; was as pure as an angel,
Expurgating its harmful ingredients into the blanket of leaves; acquiring the sedate calm of shining moon.
The air imprisoned inside a rubber balloon; died a gruesome death every unleashing minute,
Got perpetual freedom in the end; as the contraption burst with obstreperous bangs.
The air that flowed out of humid nostrils; was luke warm in temperature,
Revealing a plethora of passion captivated within the soul; highlighting the zest to lead life.
And the air my mother hissed down my persona; was the most immaculate of
them all,
For it was the very air that had created me; the air that had articulately nourished my arms and feet,
The air which had made me actually witness; the atmosphere I was engulfed by; at the reigning moment.
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| Metre | 01101010100101001 1100101101000100000100101 0101010110111011 0101000101111000100101010 011001011101011011111 0101001010010101001010101010 01010100111110110100010 11010110101101101110111 010101010011010100101001 10101101010100011101001100 0110000100101101111 10100111011010111101000 01100001111100 1000100010101001010110100010011 0101010110111111110 11100100010101101000111101 0101001010011010110001010 1010010001100101101001 01111110101110100 010010011010001011001111 00111011101010101001 11 111010111010101111101101 0111111001001011011101010 |
| Characters | 2,034 |
| Words | 327 |
| Sentences | 11 |
| Stanzas | 11 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 24 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 70 |
| Words per line (avg) | 14 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 152 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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