{"id":1416,"date":"2025-05-07T07:59:25","date_gmt":"2025-05-07T07:59:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/?p=1416"},"modified":"2025-05-07T08:07:09","modified_gmt":"2025-05-07T08:07:09","slug":"whispers-of-the-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/?p=1416","title":{"rendered":"Whispers of the Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Life’s game, a delicate dance,<\/div>\n
Each wish granted, a price to prance.<\/div>\n
I’m hesitant to ask, to bid or pray,<\/div>\n
Lest life’s balance shifts, and I lose my stance.<\/div>\n
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Life’s plans, a mysterious weave,<\/div>\n
Give and receive , a deal hard to conceive.<\/div>\n
I’ll hold dear what I have, my peaceful soul<\/div>\n
And navigate life’s journey, with what I perceive.<\/div>\n
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Life’s balance sheet, an unsettling score,<\/div>\n
Each wish granted, a treasure lost forevermore.<\/div>\n
I tremble to ask, to plead or sigh,<\/div>\n
Lest life’s cruel hand takes away what I dearly adore<\/div>\n
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I’ve paid the price, the cost of desire,<\/div>\n
A piece of my soul, a heart’s burning fire.<\/div>\n
The ache of what’s lost, a hollowed space,<\/div>\n
Echoes of memories, a bittersweet wreath I wear<\/div>\n
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Life’s plans, a mysterious, heartless design,<\/div>\n
Takes with one hand, and gives with the other in vain.<\/div>\n
I’m left with tears, and a heart that’s worn,<\/div>\n
Longing for what’s lost, forever in pain.<\/div>\n
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Heart’s wish, a whispered prayer,<\/div>\n
A fragile hope, that life may spare.<\/div>\n
Each wish made, with trembling caution,<\/div>\n
Lest joy’s fleeting, and love’s rare.<\/div>\n
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I’m content with what I have, my heart’s nest,<\/div>\n
Don’t want to gamble with life’s unrest.<\/div>\n
The unknown cost, a precious toll,<\/div>\n
I’d rather cherish what’s mine, and rest.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Life’s game, a delicate dance, Each wish granted, a price to prance. I’m hesitant to ask, to bid or pray, Lest life’s balance shifts, and I lose my stance. Life’s plans, a mysterious weave, Give and receive , a deal hard to conceive. I’ll hold dear what I have, my peaceful soul And navigate life’s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1417,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1416","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-article-by-dr-ritu-dewan","category-self-composed-poem"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1416","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1416"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1416\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1418,"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1416\/revisions\/1418"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1417"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1416"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1416"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ritudewan.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1416"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}