In my younger and more vulnerable years
I know not if my dad knew
That his passing would soon dawn.
Like the clouds whisked away by the wind
On one fine day, my dad breathe his last
A fortnight after his soulful advice to me.
My dad gave me some advice,
“Never cheat others of their right to survive,
Always be alert of masquerading vultures”.
Advice strong carried with them the power
That I've been turning over in my mind ever since
Treading the footsteps of his words.
I knew the words spoken neither of him nor from him
But the garlands of experience garnered
Made his words wiser and strong.
Today I am here tailing his words
As hard as I can with obedience
I know I have obeyed to some extend.
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