#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Just like music,
They bring joy,
to my wretched soul,
I lived my world better,
My friends mattered,
I watched the news on TV,
my purpose then was to play,
And the wait for holidays,
Those days in my mind,
stuck with me within,
Cheers to the memories,
I hope the duster,
doesn't wipe off the chalk.


© Naza