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

The days of placing my slate,
Upon my small head,
Happily walking to school,
In the company of my friends.

The days of filling my pocket,
With a handful of chalks,
And praying to escape being flogged,
By my no-nonsense teacher.

The days of rhymes and poems,
Recited in my mother tongue,
Oh! how I cherish those memories,
Of my blessed childhood.
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