#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
‏Are not easy to erase,
‏They hold memories,
‏Of my childhood,
‏The days of my playing,
‏Playing with friends,
‏With another children,
‏Children of neighborhood,
‏The days of stories,
‏Stories like sleeping pills,
‏The days of happiness,
‏Now ‎turned...