A Dart On Dreams

The riddles of brain got me through, My sweat is witness and duties proof, Burnt two ends of life not candles, To achieve my dream or so I say. My dreams were wings of people's desire, But little I knew those sugary vipers, Who gasped my wishes for selfish fame, And sailed my vision far away. My life is now a splendid satire, Neighbours are satiated more than ever, But an unusual void trembles my interior, I stand so lonely in this sea of success. Had I heard the beats of my soul, Followed my heart and venged the folks, Happiness would have cherished my works, My old arms blossomed with lush and love. Sailing my dreams in the boats of treachery, Why should I moan over the trick of time? For those boats test everyone's grit, The holes were rather poked by me.