Even the tear you shed…

Will become a debt one day…

The day is not to be in a million years…

But it is meekly near.

 

A drop isn’t valued now,

And people don’t know how;

Valuable the drop is,

That drop which you can’t kiss.

 

Not sacks of gold,

Or anything in this world,

Is worth the drop,

Which you can never shop.

 

Before it’s too late,

Before it’s our mere fate,

Let’s join hands to save

Water; before it’s time to grave!