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

These days were beautiful periods of life
every day was peaceful without any strife.

There was no battle of thoughts and emotions.
we enjoyed and lived our childhood with deep devotion.
life was stress-free and without weight and depression.
A day spent as per timetable without future planes and apprehension.

life was like a slate and chalk
problems were there but with a duster
playing, laughing sharing every moment of life within the school cluster.

jumping and running in the playground like a foal.
spending life with great enthusiasm was only a goal.

superiority, inferiority, rich and poor such things were never in mind.
jealousy, hatred and anger with laugh and smile we used to grind.

silly excuses and funny punishments, tiny tears and mini laughs.
Lions and tigers roaming around the ground, in the classroom thoes turned as innocent calves.
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