EPITAPH POEM

                              EPITAPH

Here lies a rich lady,lives in palace,
Now She lives in a graveyard hostle,
She treated people as a slave,
Now she is the slave for the grave,
Fruits are the feed for the lady,
Now worms are the feeders,
She has acre of lands,
Now she is a begger,
She ruled the world,
Now she was ruled by the gravedigger,
She cheated the Poor to become rich,
Now God cheated her by screwing down her age.