Analysis of My Best Friend- The Lord Almighty.
My mother could never ever become my friend; too busy in her household chores and pursuing the passions of her life; always looking upon me as her newborn child; even though I catapulted to the greatest of heights,
My father could never ever become my friend; able to view nothing else but the colossal edifices of the robotic corporate empire before his eyes all night and day; with an occasional pat here and there on my head; too busy earning for the inevitable needs of the gargantuan family,
My sister could never ever become my friend; profoundly engaged in her own family and the crankiness of impetuous youth; with most of our conversations eventually resulting into the most thunderously demented of squabbles,
My grandfather could never ever become my friend; staunchly following his age old rigidly tyrannical ideologies; which I thoroughly detested and severely shirked to follow,
My grandmother could never ever become my friend; being the ultimate apostle
of orthodoxy and implementing only what the scriptures said; whilst I was one who solely listened to my passionate heart's commands,
My brother could never ever become my friend; as pangs of inconsolable jealously radiated in gay abundance from our persona's; in order to become the favorite child of our revered parents,
My wife could never ever become my friend; as we virtually digressed in every opinion; being the indefatigably scowling and blasphemously blaming north pole and south pole; contained in a single house,
My children could never ever become my friend; as they were just irascible infants; whose unendingly hysterical shrieks made me plead an unfathomable times on my knees; let alone whisper the word sanctity,
My uncle's and aunts could never ever become my friend; as they were profusely party circuit; those same very sanctimonious shows of meaningless drudgery; that I spat upon even in the wildest of my dreams,
My neighbors could never ever become my friend; as they lead life like a frigidly dysfunctional robotic clock; whilst every instant of my impoverished life; was enshrouded with unabashed sensuousness and spontaneity,
My colleagues could never ever become my friend; timelessly plotting schemes
to bury me alive in my corpse; in their parasitically unceasing quest of escalating to the pinnacle of blood soaked success,
My surroundings could never ever become my friend; as they too in their salaciously inebriated and adulterated state; stabbed me a zillion times to adopt the path of untruthful commercialism; whilst I eternally wanted to mélange each beat of my heart with the rudiments of nature divine,
My countrymen could never ever become my friend; as nearly each one of them
endlessly ran after the currency coin; time and again at the cost of the soil which they inhabited; whilst I perpetually considered the beats of love to be above every dimension and money on this blessed planet,
My teachers could never ever become my friend; because there was always this
stringent definition of respectability that came in between; our openheartedly divulging the innermost secrets of our hearts,
My profession could never ever become my friend; as I couldn't play even the
most infinitesimal of games with it; had to bow down before it like the ultimate power before granting it that unassailably meticulous touch; so that the world accepted it and I symbiotically survived,
My great ancestors and far off siblings/kin could never ever become my friend; as I hardly knew anything of them other than their names; and it wasn't my habit to entrust unshakable blind faith; into the most unchartered of territories,
My servants could never ever become my friend; as I never considered them as
servants in the first place; whilst they unstoppably reminded me of the same ghastly discrimination of this barbaric society; by licking dirt right in front of my eyes although I severely reprimanded them,
My very own breath could never ever become my friend; as I had the most insane of panic attacks with each inhalation of mine; overtly skeptical and unsure of whether another of its kind would find way into my nostrils or not,
Yet. I wasn't ever desperate and alone. Yet I wasn't ever devastated and betrayed. Yet I wasn't ever paralyzed and depressed. As I forever had the hands of my best friend: 'The Lord Almighty' to soothe my brow; to uninterruptedly and unabashedly talk to; in my times of duress and exultation; in my times of life and death; who made me feel closer and closer to my mission of ameliorating all sick and deprived humanity;
who made me feel the most unconquerably priceless organism alive.
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Metre | 11011010011111000110010010101110011101011011100101011 110110100111101110110010110101001000111110111010011011111101010010001100100100 1101101001110100100110000110101111100100100001001011010110 11011010011110100111100010001001110001000101110 110110100111100100010 110001001010101111111001011100101 1101101001111111100100010101101010101010011100110 111101001111110000101000101001100110110110100101 1101101001111101010010110100111110100011111011001100 110011101001111100101010111001001110010011101100010111 110110100111111110101001011100101101011010101100100 1101101001111101 110101011011010111001010011101 10101101001111110110100001001110101101011010010011010010111111111010011001 11001101001111101111 10011001001100110110111010011010000100111110110001001011110 110110100111011111 1001010010011001101010010101101 101011010011111101100 1001001111111101110100100110111010011101010101101 111001110111010011111101101110111011011010101001101010101100 110110100111111001011 10001111101011011000101101001001101101111110101001 11011110100111111010111001110010110101000011100101111110111011 1110101000111101010000111101010001110101011111010101111110010011011110010111101111110010111011110010100 11110111010001 |
Characters | 4,611 |
Words | 764 |
Sentences | 5 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 145 |
Words per line (avg) | 29 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 198 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 40 |
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