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

The flat plate of metamorphic rock -
introduces us with life ahead to communication .
The flat plate holds memories when ,
Erasing others writing was a fun ,but a hard task too
& then crying louder for excuses .
The spill of water would bring a plight to writing ;
And the chalk would slide to create noise as child's outcry ,
The shed of tears , would many times bring a berate rather then pamper .
Those initial days are mesmerizing -
Taking all way, the path to the view of innocence.





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