The Resident Alien

The world stands at my mercy.

Nature fears me.

Sanitation avoids me.

Think of a world without me.

I perform my job as an employee.

I live in a coma when there is a shelf period called life.

When the antibodies and blood flows seize, I get engaged.

When the bacteria and parasites pose, I get employed.

When the scavengers and rays of the sun react, I get employed.

I perform my job as an employee.

I am the balance and preserver of this world.

I can make land fertile, while others pollute water in the name religion.

I fill the air, water, and land and ensure everything gets managed in time.

I am perfect while decoding nature's work, but still a failure of the human's creation.

I perform my job as an employee.

Everyone abuses me, for my fragrance, and my looks.

Some constrain me under the influence of chemicals and temperature.

Without possessing beauty, recognition, and partiality,

I perform my job as an employee.

There remain abandoned dead bodies.

There remain expired foods.

There remains a world not fit for living in my absence.

I am born, at the end of life, by bestowing nutrients,

to other life forms.

I am the worm, the de-composer. I make a world a place for living,

Without any expectations.

The poem stands dedicated to manual scavengers.

Many lives, got lost during the excavation process, the world can't survive without a martyr.

Each role keeps the world alive.

Decomposition plays as much value as a creation.