#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
always I wanted to be praise for anything,
which sometime I won't get.
It's hard to see those time again when I have to cry only for pen and chocolates.
Is there a dream like it where I can forget my pain.
This is just my thoughts on it.
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