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Without My Name, Who Am I ?

Nov 13, 2024
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By Ruhin Sharma


Without my name, who am I?

A mere shadow, a passing breeze,

A faceless being, lost in the abyss,

No identity, no sense of self,

Just a vessel, an empty shell.


Without my name, what defines me?

My thoughts, my actions,

My hopes, my dreams?

Or am I nothing, without a label,

Just a wandering soul, unstable.


Without my name, what do I seek?

Validation, recognition,

A sense of belonging,

Or am I truly lost, in a world so bleak,

Just a nameless being, seeking.


Without my name, what is my worth?

Am I judged by deeds,

Or by the letters that form my name,

Do I exist, without this label,

Or am I just a mere fable?


Without my name, who am I?

A puzzle, with missing pieces,

An enigma, with no solution,

Or am I simply, a human being,

Lost in the quest, of self-discovery.


Without my name, I am just a soul,

Striving to find meaning,

In a world that thrives on labels,

But deep within, a voice whispers,

You are more than just a name, you are limitless.


So I let go of this label,

And embrace my true self,

For without my name,

I am still me,

A being, with boundless possibilities.


By Ruhin Sharma


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