With each drop falling down,
Our time is coming around
The time to go in the grave
The time to witness the mistakes
The moments we wasted,
The repentence we should've hasted
Life is like a raindrop
Which falls with all that it's got
But ends up in the same puddle
Answerable to the One above
The raindrop bearing no sins bounces in joy and splits and dances,
But the raindrop bearing a burden grieves and becomes heavy and cries
The former one sighs Alhamdullilah
The latter wishes if only, Allah
Dearests, the one walking on his feet
Can never be as sorry as the one buried underneath
So do good, repent, turn to Him, express gratefulness
Be of those Allah befriends
The time is now,
Tomorrow, we might be under the ground
