Constrained

By Shonil Gramopadhye

Deep in my darkest thoughts, I hide

Things that make me vulnerable inside.

Problems and troubles,

They appear every time.

Push your way through,

Rushing to the goldmine.

Don't sway your path,

You're already running out of wine.

But for how long will I sustain?

Or will I be thrown under the train?

Am I afraid to be banished by society?

Or am I afraid of my profanity?

By Shonil Gramopadhye