Analysis of Table Salt
When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent patterns in the powder
with my big toe,
It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin; poignantly tickling every part of my body.
When I smeared a parsimonious amount of it on my tongue; the taste buds
instantly stood up; as if after a marathon period of prolonged rest,
My throat cried for water soon after; to pacify its inevitable thirst.
When I sprinkled it gently in the drifting breeze; it rose high and handsome in the atmosphere; adhering to the crisp tree leaves,
While some part of it descended down painstakingly; causing my eyes to profusely water as it barged in forcefully.
When I blended it with pure water; vigorously stirring the concoction till it spewed bubbles of sparkling froth,
The elixir produced was wholesomely spicy to drink; and I washed my mouth scrupulously clean; after consuming a few sips.
When I rubbed it fervently against the periphery of succulent fruit; completely engulfing the same with its surplus fillings,
The berry remained as fresh as ever even after several weeks had elapsed; unperturbed by the onslaught of deleterious insects.
When mixed it with the chocolate brown soil; it acquired evanescent tinges of cream,
The mud now looked far more enticing; with streaks of impeccable white clearly accentuated.
When I heated it on the stove to form a composite bar of soap; it willingly underwent the metamorphosis,
And I felt hot fumes emanating from my persona; when I took bath with it.
When I hurled it mischievously at passing pedestrians; they were partially
perplexed by my uncanny behavior,
Their initial anger soon converted into intense indignation; as they were left scratching their flesh raw till it bled.
When I dissolved colossal pints of it in the fathomless ocean; it was supremely grateful,
Thanking me from its heart for submerging it back; in the place it actually belonged to.
And eventually when I added frugal pinches of it in my food; my supper transited to the tastiest of all times,
With commensurate proportions of sweetness and spice; overwhelmingly gratifying the pangs of hunger in my stomach,
It was now that my bottle of table salt had served me to its absolute best;
had indeed embodied lots of color to my spiceless life
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| Metre | 1111010100010100010 1111 11101000111101100110011110 111001000111111011 1001111100101001011 1111101101101010001 111011000101111010001001010111 11111010110010111010101110100 1110111101000100010111101101 001001111011011111000110010011 111110001001001100101001001111010 0100111110101010110101101101001 1111010111010010111 01111101011101001100100 1110110111001011111000100100 0111110011010111111 11111110010010100 0111010010 10101010100101010110110111111 11010101110011011010010 10111111110011100011 001000111010111011110100101111 10100010110010100100011100110 1111110110111111101 10101011101111 |
| Characters | 2,251 |
| Words | 380 |
| Sentences | 10 |
| Stanzas | 10 |
| Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 25 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 73 |
| Words per line (avg) | 15 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 183 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 38 |
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Submitted on February 16, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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