In dreams of fire, my passions would ignite,
but alas, life's grip keeps me tight,
I yearn to soar, to conquer and thrive,
but duty's shackles keep my dreams deprived.
On my tippy toes, I dance in disguise,
serving others with false smiles and lies,
their commands dictate my every move,
my own desires, they swiftly disapprove.
I live to please, to fulfill their needs,
but my own ambitions forever recede,
as I toil and labor, always for others,
I question if this is all my life smothers.
Oh, the irony that I live to serve,
yet the life I crave, I can't preserve,
my dreams, like embers, flicker and fade,
while for everyone else, I am their aid.
Perhaps one day, I'll break free from this role,
unleash the fire burning deep in my soul,
till then, I'll continue this life's charade,
a servant to others but never truly paid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem