#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Where the world was full of colours,
And hearts without any hatred.
A childhood where I slept on granny's lap,
listening to the stories of prince and princesses,
stories of fairies and witches,
Imagining myself fighting the villians.
Memories of times when I built sand castles,
Smiling heartily at my work,
When I first...