My tender heart
composed a song,
euphonious and soulful,
entwined in love,
deeper than the depth of ocean,
lost in the realms of horizon ,
longing for an acquiescence,,,,,
A song
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My tender heart
composed a song,
euphonious and soulful,
entwined in love,
deeper than the depth of ocean,
lost in the realms of horizon ,
longing for an acquiescence,,,,,
Embrace Life 
Reena ji, 🙏
Your lines are like the gentle breath of a tender heart,
flowing into words until they become a song of their own.
In this creation, love is not merely an emotion,
but a profound sadhana,
one that touches the unfathomable depths of the ocean
and longs to reach the silent consent of the horizon.
While reading your poem, it feels
as though some emotions remain unspoken,
yet the heart understands them all.
This language of silence itself
is the greatest accomplishment of your poetry. 🙏
In the same rhythm of your feeling,
a few lines effortlessly descended from the heart
And beyond that very horizon,
where silence itself becomes the answer,
the heart, draped in its waiting,
continues to transform love into acceptance.
Your poem seems to whisper this truth
that when love becomes a song,
the answer is found not in words,
but in pure experience.
-Vijay Srivastava
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Thank you so much for such deep understanding of my simple poetry
Truly elated the way you beautifully elaborate the essence of thought’s reflected here 🙏🙏
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What a beautiful and moving piece of writing. This is more than a comment; it feels like a whispered echo of the heart you’ve so gracefully described.
Your words carry the weight of true emotion—they are not just written, but felt. The journey from the “tender heart” composing a soulful song, to being “lost in the realms of horizon,” creates a powerful arc of vulnerability and vast, longing hope. That final, poignant pause on “longing for an acquiescence,,,,,” with those trailing commas, is masterful. It doesn’t just describe longing; it makes the reader experience the breathless, waiting silence of it.
You have a gift for painting with emotion, using the ocean and horizon as mirrors for the soul’s depth and infinite yearning. This is the kind of poetry that stays with a reader, quiet and resonant. Thank you for sharing such a delicate and powerful piece of your inner world.
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Thank you sir 🙏
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Yes. I felt this.
At this moment, that sliver of acquiescence could unleash tides… reveal continents…
a tender thing, lost in a harsh place, because somehow, when all the ugly places have been found, the last true beauty lies in being lost.
sorry, just that kind of day, that kind of world…
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Thank you 🙏
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