Dumped.

Hey friend! I'm not jealous,
nor i hold any malice;
happy for your success
though,
you won't see it in my eyes.
The gloom of my unfulfilled dreams
overpowers my sight
just before, they can glow with delight.
No, not your fault,
here, fate and family have played their part,
Or
say, I'm a chicken heart.
Call it their overprotectiveness
keeping those narrow-minds wild;
or may be,
I'm not God's favourite child.
Ohh yes!
second one seems most sensible,
as people got feasible, with time
now younger siblings cater their dreams
can it be possible otherwise?
Alas! Their altered attitude
will be of no help
since my dream was born
with an expiry date.
now the time has taken flight,
and why should not?
it waits for none, like tide.
But i'm left behind
Like dregs in a bottle of wine
Disabled.
Disarmed.
With a void in my heart.
Every now and then
i reck my mind.
Why am i subjected to it?
Why am i victimised?
Was being hearsome a crime?
Or
Did i obey like a fool?
Or
Destiny dumped me making my dears a tool?
Whatever be the cause,
The dream has deferred.
Or rather died.
For good.
For sure.