Analysis of My Heart Was Pure Indian
The cheese that I had for morning breakfast was pure Italian; with its tanginess drowning me into waves of euphoria,
The ring adorning my finger was from the ancient pyramids of Arabia; glistening splendidly all day and night,
The shampoo that I used; was a herbal extract from the caves of Mount Everest; impregnating my hair with a satiny caress,
The calculator I used; was from Japan; deciphering mind-boggling puzzles within lightening fraction of seconds,
The shoes I wore were colonial British; woven with exquisite quality leather,
The watch on my wrists was authentically Swiss; shimmering majestically under the moonlight,
The scents that lines my mantelpiece; were from the deserts of Arabia; replacing all stink with their mesmerizing redolence,
The belt that held my pant single piece; was evolved from the skin of African python,
The ice cubes that floated in my glass of whisky; were from the summit of the frozen Himalayas,
The carpets engulfing every floor of my dwelling; were stitched with exclusive quality Persian wool,
The gallons of water that I consumed every hour; were extracted from the pristine springs of the Alps,
The mascara embellishing my eyelashes; was from the markets of ravishing France; that attracted every female inevitably towards me,
The food that I gulped for nocturnal supper; was from the delectable kitchens of Turkey,
The clothes that I used to cover my shivering skin; were from the contemporary and gaudy showrooms of America,
The conch shells that I used to announce my voice to the world; were from the coastal islands of Australia,
The roses that were fitted adorably in my vase; were from the sprawling gardens
of China,
The tea that I sipped with enormous pleasure; was made from petals strewn in the orchards of Pakistan,
Infact even the contraptions I used to measure my intimate heart beat was of precision quality and pure German,
While inspite of all these; I still had the greatest reverence for the soil
I was born in; my heart was pure Indian.
| Scheme | A B C X XB C X X X X D D A AXA X E XE |
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 01111110101101011110101110100 0101011011010100101001001001101 00111110101101111000101110101 010011110101001100100110010110 0111001001010110010010 0111111001100010001001 011111010101010001011111001 011111101101101110010 011110011110010101010010 01001010011110011010100101 010110110110010001010101101 0010010011011010110011010100101000011 01111101010110010010110 01111110110010100100010110100 0111111011110101010101010 010101010110101010 110 011111010101111010010110 110001011110110011110101000110 11111111010100101 11101111100 |
| Characters | 2,004 |
| Words | 335 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 17 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 1, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 21 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 77 |
| Words per line (avg) | 16 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 96 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 20 |
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