Glorious End Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Glorious end

Mind the purpose
And choose
Which way is your direction
And then base the action

Age and time don't count
They may advance and mount
So much pressure
To make it sure

Whatever you did matters
And offers
Fall or rise
That should not surprise

Life is barren
You got to make it heaven
Add glory or cause fall
And sit under wall

No one reads history pages
Occasionally they are phased out
So even if you become legend
There is glorious end