Drop by drop

The drop left the face,
Knowing its journey.
The eye bade goodbye,
At the door of the lash.
Who would have thought,
About such a depart.
No relatives came for it,
Even friends shunned it.
Of a lower caste she was,
With thoughts of society.
People deemed a bit less,
Thinking her as property.
All joy came for nought,
She got what wasn't sought.
The drop left her face,
Never to return again.