Paria

Paria Paria,
Where have you been?
Always running away from your fears and
Eating any scraps thrown at you.
Her bones are tired, her muscles weak,
There is much more behind little brown eyes than you can possibly imagine.

Paria Paria,
What have you done?
What are the trials you have faced?
Any accomplishments? Any discouragements?
The world is not kind to the low and mean.
There are few comfortable being charitable,
And giving all they have. Even the charity cannot
Drain themselves fully for the aid of the need.

Paria Paria,
Why did you leave?
What caused you to run from the life you were given?
Not enough cats to chase, or sickly scraps to kill the
Stomach twinges?
Was there a master who drank from the bottle too frequently?
The world is cruel and miserable, but we must rise above the misery
And keep sights on the positive and joyous to combat the negative and painful.
We will succeed, but we must be patient.