We All Are Even Poem by AnilKumar Sharma

I am a little dropp waiting for the thunderclap
To go ahead of every other dropp and hit the earth's scalp

Hearing the sound, we all hurried towards our goal
Not waiting to hit the ground first, to win the race and minding not to foul

All kinds of obstructions in the middle of our way
No matter how louder we cried, they did not move away

Some of my mates were stopped by them
Only I wished, with me it should not be the same

Hitting the ground with great joy, thought I am the one who won
But the moment after touching the surface, came to know we all are even