At times, I am afraid while everything I do;
The demeaning voice inside me, seems to say things true.

I become afraid of the world forgetting me;
Scared, that after I'm gone, just a 'someone' I'd be.

I find the possibility of not being missed, really scary;
The thought of getting lost in oblivion starts making me weary.

Not that I would surely do something great in life;
But still, at least, to bring a difference, I shall always strive.

A difference in everything, which we know isn't right;
A change, even if small, to show the world a brighter side.

An attempt to bring us all together in this change;
Every person possible to be brought inside this range.

If hands are held with love, the impact would always stay;
And even when I'm gone, others would miss the role I play.

That is when, actual success to me would come;
That is when, my life , a journey worthwhile, would become.