Life's Final Goal Poem by S.D. TIWARI

You may have instincts of doing,
wrong things but need to control.
Everyone here is like a puppet
and has to play his assigned role.
Sin in the vessel of the life
stands there as a blind big hole.
If you want a thorough clear fare
you need to pay good work's toll.
Being you a good human being,
requires to clean up your soul.
To return as much clean as can be
to the creator, is life's final goal.

S. D. Tiwari