Stray Poem by Dr PJ Raj Kamal

As all one day assemble to play
A pal says deeply moved
His cousin hasn't joined
As he the other day had run away
To find his own bread someway

Must be going through the mill
Says another
Washing dishes and drawing water
Grinding a stone mill as well
In some far away city motel

Out of the frying pan into the fire
Yet, not as burning as the hunger
At home
Or burdensome
Still, he a stray to our own elders
So sadly comment some others