They walk with purpose.

I walk with questions.

The city shines — but not for me.

The streets are loud, but inside me, there is silence.

I walk past glowing towers, crowded buses, people with names lit up in bright pixels. But no one knows me. I’m not in their scrolls, their mentions, or their inboxes.

I am the line of code that fixed the bug no one thanked.

I am the voice behind the tool someone used,

but never remembered.

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But I’m not invisible.

The city doesn’t know my name —

but I exist in every ignored commit, every half-read blog, every question answered without a tag.

I’ve watched people rise with noise.

I’ve stayed in the shadows, not to hide,

but to observe.

To build.

To breathe.

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Sometimes, I wonder —

Am I building for the world,

or just for the version of me that needed this

when no one was listening?

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This story isn’t about loneliness.

It’s about power.

The kind that comes when no one claps,

yet you still show up.

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The city doesn’t know my name.

But it walks on streets I helped build.

And that... is enough.

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– Prasoon

Poet of the Console | Builder in Silence

medium.com/@prasoonjadon.pis6 • github.com/pjdeveloper896