Analysis of I Was Not God
I wanted to be like the opalescent flame of the wax candle,
Which burnt unrelentingly; even when caressed by wild draughts of wind.
I wanted to be like the sheet of pellucid glass,
Which didn't diffuse into splinters; even on deafening collision with obdurate ground.
I wanted to be like the tall and majestic edifice,
Which stood like an immaculate angel; even after bearing the brunt of flood and crimson fire.
I wanted to be like the turbulently moving silver sedan,
Clambering steep slopes of the treacherous terrain; with exorbitant ease.
I wanted to be like the aircraft with twin pairs of ivory wings,
That hovered high in the sky for times immemorial; bereft of life yielding fuel.
I wanted to be like the ship clad in sheets of fortified iron,
Which refrained from sinking; even when attacked by a battalion of blue whale.
I wanted to be like the succulent leaf on the maple tree,
Which remained blissfully green; even when its counterparts withered to the
tyranny of autumn heat.
I wanted to be like the glittering spires of the century old Temple,
Which didn't show signs of rust; even after marathon years of construction.
I wanted to be like the steaming brown filter coffee,
Which never got stale and cold; even after being exposed to the monotony of atmosphere.
I wanted to be like dazzling light rays of the day,
Which were never obliterated by shadow; fumigating the evil residing in distant corners of globe.
I wanted to be like the cloud showers of torrential rain;
Which ceased to stop; even when the amber ball of Sun crept up in the sky.
I wanted to be like the articulately molded skeleton key;
That bludgeoned its way; through the most obstinate of lock.
I wanted to be like the saline waters of colossal sea,
Which never evaporated; even when subjected to overwhelming heat.
I wanted to be like the coherently synchronized versatile robot,
Which executed tasks to meticulous perfection; even in times of bizarre catastrophe.
I wanted to lead life on the soil of mystical earth,
As the strongest being ever encountered; with unfathomable capacity of brain.
The very next instant; the creator robbed me of indispensable breath,
Making me realize wasn't god; not even fraction of his celestial reflection,
As I left for my heavenly abode; to sleep peacefully in the arms of the Almighty.
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| Metre | 11011101110110 1111010111111 11011101111 1100101110110001011001 110111010010100 1111010010101010011101010 11011101101001 1111010001101001 1101110111111001 110100111010001111010 1101110110111010 1011101010110010111 1101110100110101 10110011011101010 1001101 1101110100110100110 110111110101011010 11011101011010 110110110101001100100110 11011110011101 1010010011100100100101011 110111011010101 111110101011111001 11011101101001 1101110110011 1101110011010101 110010010101010101 11011100100101001 110011010001010011010100 11011110111001 10101010010101000010011 010110001011101001 101101011101011010010 11111100011110000110010 |
| Characters | 2,294 |
| Words | 397 |
| Sentences | 16 |
| Stanzas | 16 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3 |
| Lines Amount | 34 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 55 |
| Words per line (avg) | 12 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 116 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 25 |
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