In the House

Away from them
I always walk.
Wherever I go,
To me they stalk.
A shelter from them
Now I seek.
Everyday I'm violated,
And getting weak.
I don't find
Any place of stillness;
Away from them,
From getting into mess.
I don't want to be
Here any longer.
Please, stick me out.
For I'm stuck
In the house called
The body with
Love, lust and anger.

S. Bharat