Today’s morning walk becomes a journey inside, where the search for identity moves from the outside to the quiet voice within. It highlights the realization that who we are isn’t something to find but something we truly feel.

# My Heart Whispered #

Morning held me gently—
sky above, earth below,
and a question trembling within:
Who am I?

I searched in silence,
in drifting thoughts,
in everything outside…
but nothing called me by my name.

Then my heart whispered—
so softly I almost missed it:
Not there… here.

In the quiet rhythm,
in the unseen pulse,
in every fragile beat I ignored.

And suddenly I felt it—
I am not something to find…
I am something to feel.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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