Born Poor To Die Rich

There lived in a village an innocent lady, A cousin by relation she always took me very highly, She was married and led a life smoothly, Three daughters in their teens all brought up poorly, She came in contact with all and became people friendly, Once at Sun set down she crossed a busy road carefully, She was crossing not road but this world unknowingly, She met with an accident on the way as one driving carelessly, All People known,unknown her paid their last respect tearily, Many people joined in her prayers invoking God blessings lastly, A soul good to all and telling good all is a sign of heavenly, Her life teaching a lessen that even a poor can die richly!