#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit

The classroom is empty and barren.
The benches remain aside.
The students outside the corridor
And the teacher absent.
The days of Slate and Chalks,
Are not easy to erase.
They hold memories of childhood forever.
The blackboard not cleaned for days.
The duster lying in the staff room.
The peons sipping tea,
And the clerks in the counter chatting.
While the principal busy in his work.
And the evening batches reaching their destination.
While the peon closes the school gates.
All is silent and the night God stalks.

Miraa.