#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Which constantly chase.
A mistake upon mistake,
And learning through it,
To write a first word,
A step we stepped from that of it.
That small thick black slate is not anymore with me,
That chalk I used to chew unintentionally during my practice is not needed anymore now,
But that every single moment I learned from if can't never be fade away,
How could anyone forget those days?
It leaves its mark for ever in this palm of mine,
Which is now in a fist and,
Where my fingers hold a pen to sign.

© Ankita Mishra