Was It In Vain! ? Poem by Abdulrazak Aralimatti

I struggled but in vain,
In cold, summer and rain.
To gain the worldly treasure,
And its immense pleasure.
All efforts with honesty,
No action immoral or naughty.
Yet I didn't gain the world,
And the flight of the bird.
I found myself unfortunate,
As it was getting too late.
Years passed and came a stage,
And I asked to self with a rage.
What have you really gained?
After being weary and strained.
My conscience softly replied,
A fraction place in heaven wide.