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


The boxes of lunch
The crayons of bunch
the unforgettable memories
now starts fade in mind


The race for the first
Cry for calling mommy
those fights for the right
being a good student
Infront of teacher
those were the days
making my memories memorable.

That child's nature
making innocent faces
the playground play
the amusement of falling
that terrific cry
we just hold up to memories


That sweetness of candies,
lollipops, ice- creams
fill the sweetness like heaven
the wait for our...