Analysis of God'S most precious creation
I didn't know who was his mother; the irrefutably sacrosanct womb which had evolved his impeccable contours,
I didn't know who was his father; the revered principles of which; circulated faster than white lightening in his tender veins,
I didn't know what was his name; the initials he incoherently embossed with his immaculately sweet little fingers,
I didn't know what was his birthplace; the color of the cradle that must have witnessed his overwhelmingly surreal mischief,
I didn't know what religion he belonged to; the inexplicable conglomerate of scriptures that were chanted on him; when he was just born,
I didn't know the exact date of his cherished birth; the exact second when even the God's in the Universe must have inevitably stooped down to witness his
Omnipotent grace,
I didn't know the words which he might have uttered just a minute ago; the rhapsodically innocent voice which must have incredulously enlightened the pallid
atmosphere,
I didn't know what were his likes and dislikes; the games he adored the most; the delicacies he delectably nibbled with his freshly protruding jaws,
I didn't know what was his shoe size; the fabulously spongy rubber which tickled him voraciously on his diminutive feet,
I didn't know what were the fantasies circulating through his vulnerable mind; the dream floating ebulliently in his inconspicuously beautiful brain cells,
I didn't know who was his sister; the tiny angel who incessantly frolicked with him in the corridors of unsuspectingly playful fantasy,
I didn't know why was he crying indefatigably; the things that mattered the most
to his mesmerizing heart,
I didn't know the identity of his naughty friends; the robust chinned tiny stalwarts with whom he spent countless hours every single day,
I didn't know the marks on his flesh since he emitted out his first cry; the spots which bestowed him with astronomical good luck in every unfurling aspect of
life,
I didn't know the school he went too; the clay which he fondled with in his magical palms; to chisel the most alluring shapes ever conceivable on this planet,
I didn't know the hours which he went off to sleep everyday; deluging the ambience with baby snores; which were infact larger than the chapter called life,
I didn't know the amount of milk he consumed; the fraternity of taste besieging
his daintily darling tongue,
I didn't know what was the dwelling he inhabited; the celestial paths he transgressed; as he bounced uninhibitedly under the flaming Sun,
I didn't know what was his destiny; the uncanny map of lines embedded on his mystically immortal palms,
And although I didn't know anything about him; I still could sacrifice my life for him and infinite more of his kind this very instant; as he was Gods most precious creation; would always be loved for centuries unprecedented as a little child.
| Scheme | X X X X X XX XX X X X X XX X XA X A XX X X X |
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1101111100110011101101001 11011111000110011100101110001101 11011111001010010001110100011010 11011111010101011110101000110 11011010101100100010011010101111111 1101001111101001101100100101101000111101 01001 1101011111101010010110011111010010 10 11011011001011010101000111011100101 110111111010001010110111101001 110110010010011100010110101110011 1101111100101010100111001001110100 11011111010111001 111001 110100100111010011101011111010100101 1101011111101011110110111010011010001011 1 11010111101111010110011100101011001001110 110101011111110110100110110110101011 1101001111010010011010 11101 11011101010100001011011111100101 110111110000101110101110101 011101100111111011110100111111010111111001011111100010010101 |
| Characters | 2,834 |
| Words | 472 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 20 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 25 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 92 |
| Words per line (avg) | 19 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 115 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 24 |
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Submitted on February 16, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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