I Am Nobody Poem by ashok jadhav

(A figure sits alone in dim light, voice quiet at first, then rising with frustration, sorrow, and defiance.)
I am nobody.
Yes… nobody.
No name that echoes in the streets,
No face that lingers in memory,
No voice that carries beyond these walls.
I have walked unseen,
Felt invisible in rooms full of eyes,
Felt my worth measured by what I do not have,
Not by what I am.
And it burns… oh, it burns…
To be nothing in a world obsessed with being someone.
Yet… in this nothingness, there is freedom.
No expectations to crush me, no shadows to follow me,
No chains forged by others' praise or scorn.
I can breathe… I can move… I can speak
Without the weight of who I 'should' be.
I am nobody…
And perhaps, in this nobody,
I am everything.
I am the blank page that waits for ink,
The silent witness that sees all truths,
The quiet heart that dares to dream, unseen,
And maybe… maybe…
That is enough.
I am nobody.
But I will not vanish.
I will exist.
I will matter.
Even if the world refuses to notice.