A calm poem that reveals the peacefulness of a morning in the park. It talks about being present, accepting things, and gently letting go of burdens—where nature helps us learn to release.

# The Gentle Hour #

In the morning,
when the sky opens up
and the clouds smile,
life begins to make sense.

In the park,
I feel at peace.

There’s a quiet agreement in that hour—
between breath and breeze,
between trembling leaves
and something unnamed inside me
finally whispering.

In the park, time forgets its urgency.
Benches hold stories without asking,
and the earth, still damp with dawn,
whispers, you can be still too.

I begin to notice—
not just the bloom, but the fragrance,
how even the smallest petal
has wrestled its way
to greet the sun.

Bliss isn’t loud here.
It doesn’t announce itself—
it hums low, like a distant song
that is felt by heart.

And so I pause—
not because I must,
but because something within me
finally wants to stay.

There are roses, yes—
and thorns, unapologetic as ever—
but today, I don’t measure the wound.
I trace the softness instead,
let beauty have the final word.

The air is still, but not empty—
it holds me gently,
like a thought that refuses to rush.

And then the rain comes—
not as a storm, but as a quiet release,
each drop a small forgiveness
falling from the sky.

And I watch—
not holding on,
not chasing after—

as everything heavy
finds its way downward,

as my worries
learn how to leave.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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