#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
The time in my life whence my personality was forged.
where all I had to worry about was playing and how I wouldn't hurt myself whilst playing.
The sympathy for stray dogs until I got bitten,
The abundance of empathy for friends and...