#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 with words,
Discuss the memories with my family, of the things we laughed about, tasted or once heard.
When life was more beautiful than fairytales,
Reality, far away; day began with the games and night ended with joy and plans to play.
Bruises used be on skin and not on heart,
When parent's scoldings felt like death, unlike now.
A soothing greatfulness to be happy about.
So, I sit down and smile alone,
let no one see the tears that crawls down.
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Time could steal away all the good days,
But mind is a pretty thing,
I know my memories are here to stay.

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