#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit

The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
but are difficult to trace,
because this era is of race,

They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
They holded fortune
for my adulthood,
They holded future
for my livelihood,

those were the days
where i was fearless,
for doing anything
because no one was limiting,

those were the days
where I was thoughtless,...