#writcopoemprompt49 @atulpurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
‏are not easy to erase ‎,
‏They hold memories
of my childhood,
‏When I Was Born,
I Was Wrapped in a ‎sack ‎,
‎
‎My grandmother told me,
my complexion was very dark ‎,
‏as compared to other sisters and brothers,
‏
‏I was the sixth child of my family ‎,

‎In those days the population was less ,
my father used to sell eggs in the nearby town on a bicycle,

‎grandmother and father put a condition of half kg of desi ghee on my black complexion ‎,
‎
‏My father won and day by day my complexion ‎became fair,
‏
‏The ‎days ‎of ‎slate ‎and ‎chalk ‎,
‏are ‎not ‎easy ‎to ‎erase ‎,
‏they hold ‎memories,
‎of ‎my ‎child ‎hood,
‏When I turned to ‎5,
‏I was admitted to a school nearby ‎,

‎where I find myself under my class teacher's table ‎,
‏My little little hands used to press her fatty legs ‎,
‎When she used to massage ,
‏ go on calling me Khadija,
kora you come here ‎,
kora was the eldest in the ‏class ,
she used to press the feet of the teacher,
‎
‏The ‎days ‎of ‎slate ‎and ‎chalk,
‏when ‎i ‎became ‎monitor ‎of ‎my class‎,
‎We used to sit in a garden near the headmistress's office ,
‎
‎whenever ‎i ‎go ‎to ‎office ,‎
my ‎headmistress ‎hug ‎me,
‎kiss ‎me ‎as ‎my ‎rewad ‎of ‎study,
‏The ‎days ‎of ‎ slate and chalk,
are not easy to erase,
they hold memories
of my child hood,
‎
‎when ‎i ‎was ‎7years ‎old ‎
‎
‎We used to play black and yellow tillu in our ‎street
‎
‎The ‎days ‎of ‎slate ‎and ‎chalk,
are not easy to erase,
they hold memories ,
of my childhood,‏
‏when ‎we ‎use ‎salati ‎instead ‎of ‎chalk ‎,
‏
‏By tying a...