Unacknowledged Poem by ashok jadhav

(A solitary figure stands, shoulders tense, voice a mix of quiet pain and growing defiance, looking out as if addressing the world directly.)
Unacknowledged…
That is what I am.
Invisible in plain sight.
My efforts, my sacrifices, my very being—
All swept aside, unnoticed, like dust beneath the door.
I have poured myself into work, into words, into hearts…
And what have I received?
A nod? A glance?
No.
Nothing.
Silence.
Cold, indifferent silence.
And yet… that silence cannot define me.
It cannot diminish the sweat, the courage, the love
I have placed into the world.
I exist, even if no one names me.
I matter, even if no one counts me.
Do you think recognition is the measure of worth?
Do you think applause grants existence?
No.
I know now—true value is carried quietly,
In every unseen act, in every ignored step,
In every moment I have chosen to rise,
Even when the world refused to notice.
I am unacknowledged…
Yes.
But I am unbroken.
I am real.
And one day…
They will have no choice but to see what they have overlooked.