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Childhood
#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood.
The irregular lines,
The small dusting from it,
Tak-Tak sound at every point.
I remember the cemented floor,
Sitting there me as a child.
Drawing and drawing,
With the world of my imagination,
And my mother watching me fondly,
Laughing at my shanigans.
Although the picture made
Was just gibberish,
But for me they were my magical world,
With creatures flying everywhere,
Starry sky and firefly on greens.
Wonder in my eyes,
Of everything I see.
© Aaria
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood.
The irregular lines,
The small dusting from it,
Tak-Tak sound at every point.
I remember the cemented floor,
Sitting there me as a child.
Drawing and drawing,
With the world of my imagination,
And my mother watching me fondly,
Laughing at my shanigans.
Although the picture made
Was just gibberish,
But for me they were my magical world,
With creatures flying everywhere,
Starry sky and firefly on greens.
Wonder in my eyes,
Of everything I see.
© Aaria
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