#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Yes I was a stubborn child,
but my childhood was beautiful,
Infinite priceless memories belong to my childhood,
When the days were too long,
When I had less to do,
and more time to be who I was.
and now I don't know but time is literally running rapidly,
I have so many things to do,
and I end up doing nothing at all.
All I had was freedom,
and today I have freedom wrapped up with so many responsibities,
This journey belongs to me,
but do I really belong to this journey,
The pinnacle of my happiness required a very simple things,
It was easy to laugh and it was easy to cry,
I am running out of tears and my eyes are dry.

Hold on,
I forgot tk mention I'm eighteen,
I wanna be eighteeen forever,.
I don't wanna grow up,
Grown ups don't look happy.
I don't want to be an adult,
Adult's life is full of sorrows,
Whereas the childhood holds all the rejoice.





© yours.manu