#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
a sweet and bitter taste,

I remember the black shoes and Khaki
the big pants and the looks,
School is not about clothes mom said, its about the mind and the books,

'ok' i replied
but all hope had died
ridicule was going to grip me
i would have to hide,
great place for that is probably the space the pants provide,

I...