#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
When the world was colorful.
And dreams came true without a taint on morals.
Feelings remained transient, and seldom did we quarrel.
When the mangoes and apples didn't have a price,
When we couldn't read the misery in our parent's eyes.
When the bigger men seemed someone to look upon to,
And not someone to avoid to lead a normal life.

I still try to slip into the past...