Drop
Drop
I am a drop
Stuck on a glass wall
Waiting for the push, or
Waiting for my fall
I get life from rains
Sometimes less, sometimes more
I am uncountable, or
Like counts till four
I race with other
Drops, create maze
Weather is clear for me
But at times, its haze
I move on a glass wall
I leave a trail behind
Some drops follow me
Some try hard to find
When rains are heavy
I find many partners,
I enjoy, I scream
I lose my own identity and
Become a part of the stream
Sometimes no one is
Near me, alone I lie
Wait if someone can push
Me, before I die
I know I have to travel
I lose when I halt
I take all flavors of my life
With a pinch of salt