Place I belong to…

I need to find the place I belong to
where when I shout they do not look at me
as if I have gone cuckoo
turning finally where I belonged to

where when I throw tub of water on their bed
for they jumped on my bed with their shoes on
they do not go for tea without asking for me
thinking I would have some of the offence they have

I need to find that place where after gettimg me drunk
they do not lend me a hand only to throw me into a well
dusting their hands they travel back with leisurely gait
quietly enjoying the evening fall, telling themselves
now all is very well, now that I am in the well

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