A poem about reexamining fixed opinions after listening and talking to a different, and younger generation. Realising that wisdom doesn’t always belong to age.

.

Young wisdom

I find it hard to understand,

The way your thoughts and mind work.

And sometimes, I must admit, it’s easy to dismiss,

To keep to tracks and trails I’ve tread,

To keep the pattern in my head

And not to take the challenge.

.

I find it hard to follow you,

Down unknown paths and avenues

Where definitions are so vague,

and facts are turned upon their heads,

and yet your truths do touch a nerve,

and make old facts seem newly absurd. 

.

Dhaka, 2024