A Poem

The Last Advice

A poem that narrates my dad’s last advice that I remember

Tapan Avasthi
Nov 4 · 1 min read

The man was old,
but his words were gold.

All feet were cold,
and the hopes were sold.
But treasure I do, for what he told,
while his time here was on hold.

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Tapan Avasthi

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Poetry and prose about life from the lens of an engineer. Buy me a coffee — https://www.paypal.me/tapanavasthi 💗POM-poet!💗

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