#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase.
They hold memories,
Of my childhood.

The immaculate faces
Hold our tender age back.
The memories are fresh
Though the days have passed.

Believing every myth
With an expression of awe.
Living the life where
Nothing bothered us.

The purity of friendship lasted
Even the friends had faded away.
Those talks might be silly
But the incidents refresh us even today.

The laughs were real.
The fights were fake.
Then I didn't know
That they interchange as I grow.

We don't sense the completion of the phase
As we approach adulthood,we look back and realize
We have bagful of memories
Which are fruits of our CHILDHOOD.

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