When you came, a few noticed,
When you will go, a few would notice,
But for some, you are someone different.
No one cares, for what you think,
Still you think, because a few care for you.
You live in a big world, among many, but with a few.
You live and then you surrender yourself to a void.
For some, it is not a void;
Some can sense your presence, in a void;
You are valid for some, even in a void.