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

The lovely atmosphere of the school,
Winters were cool,
Children early morning trying to fool,
Giving different excuses for not wanting to go to school.

Learning different subjects,
Observing different objects,
Studying about different flowers and fruits,
And the different types of tree roots.

Different Craft and Drawings we would try,
We learnt different birds and their fly,
In KG class small kids would cry,
Some students by...