"The death of the white worms"

In the pungency of decay, new lives are born. In the curdled milk I witnessed the short life, according to the human time, of the white worms.

I didn't have the heart to pour water in the bowl to let them drown. Perhaps, I wanted them to have a chance at living.

But who am I to decide that?! Am I  only superior because I can think for these fragile creatures, or is it because I can feel?!

No sooner the decision to spare their lives was made, the contents along with these alien worms were strewn in the soil.

Soil-the earth, accepts all that needs to grow, rest, or transform  -- from the roots of the floras -- to the remains of the body of that which had once lived.

But this decision to give them a chance at living proved to be fatal for them. I should have known, the lurking dangers of the other creatures of the soil -- the ants.

The varieties of them, black and tiny to red and sturdy; arrived with their respective colonies to attack these vulnerable, fragile new worms.

Even the vultures wait till their prey breathes it's last. These ants, creatures that I admire a lot, did not even wait for the death, to claim, those that were doomed to death.

But these two tribes of ant, as if they knew they are of the same kind (Just like humans that are born into the tribe following the same religion, but divided by caste) they did not harm each other.

Strange, the ways of nature.

A strange sensation of a God like feeling swept into my mind. If a God is responsible, for all the misfortunes of this human world ; then was I responsible for the brutal death of these worms?!

Of course! I won't be blamed, as it was not for me to decide. I was just trying to help. The nature takes it's own course.

The death of the worms with no fault of theirs, were born to be killed at the hands of the ants, or by drowning in the curd that they were born into. Either way, the end was certain.

If there is a God, the supreme almighty of the humans ; I'm sure 'He'(as God is perceived of the male gender) shall dismiss all the misconducts of the human world just like I dismissed this incident.

"Let humans take their own course"

The death of the white worms, taught me, nothing was fair and nothing will ever be.

Suddenly, my grievances of this unfair world became insignificant. The only difference I can make is by 'Living'.
Oh! what a lesson I learnt from 'The death of the white worms.'