Inexperienced adulthood

Like the earth held on to the counting droplets and made lakes, rivers and oceans 

I shall hold on to the fragments of joy, despair and imagination for who knows they might become an identity 

See, the boy who remained committed to art The person who never followed most trends with his generation 

Then young fellows come up once a while Whom nobody in the world understands

Sometimes due to the age they are in and sometimes because the listener never fought the battle themselves 

Somehow my heroism is never encouraged, but exemplified how a man understood and fought for his values 

I tell the young kids all 

Cousins or nieces and nephews 

Why I render their parents stupid 

Why listening to the heart is as important as applying the brain 

How to deal with the long letters getting delivered but never been responded 

And many other things whose learning hasn't arrived yet 

But they are all on the way 

There are no wise men who have known it all 

And even if they did, then what's the point if the application is unknown 

Or whether finding oneself is a subject whose classes people skip 

And when questioned by those young to them, whispers are heard 

'I never held on to the droplets of rain'