We often glorify noise—loud success, flashy moments, visible battles. But some of the strongest souls rise in silence. This poem is for the ones who build themselves in the background, who burn without needing to blaze, and who wear their solitude like a crown.
Read this if you've ever felt unseen—but never unworthy.
In shadows where the silence lays,
I build my dawn in secret ways.
Not every flame was born to scream—
Some burn alone inside a dream.
The world may chase the loudest light,
But I have danced with deeper night.
Where echoes die and stars begin,
I wear the dark like second skin.
They ask for noise, for shining war,
But I have walked through quieter doors.
Not every crown is cast in gold—
Some thrones are forged in stories untold.
So let them doubt, let tempests roar—
I’ve mapped the soul they can’t explore.
For those who rise, unseen, unheard,
Are louder than the shouting world.
By Vaibhav (Click here to visit Author)
Published by Novel Mint