In This World Poem by harsimran kaur

In this world of scavengers
i feel myself in rue
but still
a water dropp from an innocents eye,
does not cost to me
as i am also a scavenger, a part of it.
In world of forgery,
i feel myself robbed,
but still a lie does not costs to me,
because;
i am also a part of this forgery.
In this world of mongers,
i feel myself at minus,
but still someone's hunger;
its not bigger than me
because;
i am also a part of this mongery.
This world costs nothing to me
but when;
the question of leaving this world
arises; it causes a big rue to me.
In this world of darkness
darkness; which omens felines
i feel myself i the shade of evilness,
but still my hand do not hesitate to do it
because; a part of me belongs to the darkness
my shadow....
it is also dark,
a part of it.