Game Of Sins Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

A man have a class, but never his sins,
A man is good, never his sins.
A man looks honest, never his sins,
A man, whose class, ruined by sins.
A man can change, but sins can't change;
A man that changes, oppose all sins.
Never there’s a any sinless
A man, who dies, is punished by sins.
A man, who changes, can be sins forgiven,
Or be punished even if changed.