The Epitaph Of Miss Honesty Poem by Lajpat Chawla

She lived in hearts of the men once,
She now stays in her tomb.
You may hear her wail someday
'They killed me with a bomb'
In stories, tales and teary verses,
At times you find her name.
She still has some loyal wooers,
God knows if they are sane.
Her hair in shambles, at night she wanders
Looking for her comb.
She lived in hearts of the men once,
She now stays in her tomb.
You may hear her wail someday
'They killed me with a bomb.'