Analysis of Am I Unforgivingly Unjust?
Am I uncouthly unjust in asking the Omnipotently golden Sun; to grant me a
just a single of its optimistic ray; that would brilliantly illuminate the chapters of my dolorously decaying life?
Am I brutally unjust in asking the fathomlessly frosty ocean; to grant me just a single of its poignantly tangy wave; that would enchantingly rejuvenate my hedonistically tyrannized and monotonously prejudiced senses?
Am I acrimoniously unjust in asking the impregnably boundless mountain; to
grant me just a single of its compassionate cave; that would enable me to
sequester my uncontrollably slavering form; from the cold-bloodedly freezing
night?
Am I ominously unjust in asking the mystically limitless forest; to grant me
just a single of its tantalizingly voluptuous whisper; that would wholesomely liberate me from my apocalypses of lividly dastardly nervousness?
Am I truculently unjust in asking the astoundingly vivacious rainbow; to grant me just a single of its effulgently glistening band; that would blissfully embellish my disastrously stagnated life with unstoppably unparalleled enlightenment?
Am I horrifically unjust in asking the ebulliently victorious rose; to grant me just a single pinch of its blessedly charismatic fragrance; that would drift me far away from the world of abominably fretful sin; into a heaven of unshakably silken togetherness?
Am I preposterously unjust in asking the torrentially showering clouds; to grant me just a single droplet of celestially mollifying rain; that would perennially placate the intransigently sadistic scorching in the realms of my impoverished throat?
Am I murderously unjust in asking the unbelievably mellifluous nightingale; to grant me just a single of its eternally symbiotic tune; that would splendidly ameliorate me from my corpses of treacherous desperation; to benevolently blossom in my truncated life?
Am I turgidly unjust in asking the majestically unsurpassable Moon; to grant me just a single of its marvelously pearly beam; that would handsomely engulf my every parasitically beleaguered night with caverns of jubilant ecstasy?
Am I scurrilously unjust in asking the gigantically unceasing atmosphere; to
grant me just a single of its exuberantly effervescent wind; that would make me devotedly gallop towards the aisles of uninhibitedly regale freedom?
Am I unfathomably unjust in asking the tirelessly pristine waterfalls; to grant me just a single of their magically sensuous stream; that would amazingly metamorphose even the most infinitesimal bit of abhorrence in my blood into a paradise of symbiotically everlasting freshness?
Am I salaciously unjust in asking the inexhaustibly effervescent ensemble of soil; to grant just a single of its truthfully sacred particle; that would immortalize the egregiously corrupt fabric of my existence with a sky of Omnipresent righteousness?
Am I flagrantly unjust in asking the boundlessly untainted meadow; to grant me just a single whisker of its gloriously unequivocal frolic; that would transit my manipulatively decrepit countenance into realms of impeccably princely childhood?
Am I heinously unjust in asking the timelessly unflinching battlefield; to grant me just a single iota of its peerlessly invincible patriotism; that would instill in me the fortitude to face the ignominiously diabolical and bad?
Am I lividly unjust in asking the fruits of perpetual Mother Nature; to grant me just a single trifle of their burgeoning enthusiasm; that would forever squelch the insect of dastardly laggardness in every despicably evaporating bone of my silhouette?
Am I indiscriminately unjust in asking the supremely venerated cow; to grant me just a single cuplet of its miraculously fructifying milk; that would embody in my frenetically extinguishing form; the Herculean tenacity to stand unperturbed even in the most devilishly unsparing of maelstroms?
Am I venomously unjust in asking the unendingly emollient festoon of air; to
grant me just a single puff of its quintessentially vital exhilaration; that would transform me from a cadaverously ostracizing mortuary into a breath of victoriously exultating life?
Am I invidiously unjust in asking the Omnisciently Almighty Lord; to grant me just a single chance of his paradise of infinite chances; which would provide me an opportunity to disseminate benign goodness till the very end of my time; and thus reverse every of my inadvertently committed sin?
And am I unforgivingly unjust in asking the countless billion rhythms of your unassailable heart O! Beloved; to grant me just a single immortal beat; that would coalesce me forever and forever and ever with the religion of unbreakable humanity; that would make me feel forever and ever and ever the most pricelessly gifted organism alive?
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Metre | 11101010011011110 10101101011110001000101110101 1110001010011010111101011100111110101110110010 111010100110101 11101011010011101011 0101010011101110 1 111000010100110010111 101011100001001011110111111100100 11101010001000101111101011110011110001010100101110100100 11101010010100111110101111000010101111101101111010101011100100 1110101001100111110101011111101000100101010001110101 111010100010011001111010110100010111100010111101100010111001101 1110101000100011111101011100010111100011100101011101100100 1110101001010101 11101011101011111110010111110 11101010010010101111010111000100111010001010010010011010011010101101010 1110101001010010111110101110010100110100001000110110101011010100 111000101001010111110101011100001001011101101010001110100101 1110101001010101111010010111010010001101010101101010001 1110101001101001010111101010111000100110101011100101001010011101 110100001010001001001111101011101000111101001101001001000100110110001100001011 111010100111111 111010111010010001011011101110001011111 111010100101011111010111101100101101110100101001101010111101011001101000101 011101010010101011010011011111010010111011010001001010010101000100111110100100100111010001 |
Characters | 4,769 |
Words | 731 |
Sentences | 20 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 1, 4, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 153 |
Words per line (avg) | 28 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 209 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 39 |
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