#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
of my childhood,
prayers at the start of schooling,
standing at the end of the line,
naughty eyes, peeking in and around the ground, waiting for it to end soon.

The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
the memories of playing in the rain,
drenched dress not bothered about the illness gave rise to enormous elation,
that journey of recreation still prevails in.

The days...