White Years can pass and it would still be there, | English Poetry

"White Years can pass and it would still be there, The pain of losing someone, For you, who was dear. It's not the sad memories That make you tear up, It's the times you were happy And did enjoyable stuff. You cannot control the tears, Which you shouldn't, either. For they are just like An unpredictable weather. It rains when it's supposed to, It washes away the suffering. Like the memories of your beloved And the spirit they bring. ©Anagha Ukaskar"

White Years can pass and
it would still be there,
The pain of losing someone,
For you, who was dear.

It's not the sad memories
That make you tear up,
It's the times you were happy
And did enjoyable stuff.

You cannot control the tears,
Which you shouldn't, either.
For they are just like
An unpredictable weather.

It rains when it's supposed to,
It washes away the suffering.
Like the memories of your beloved
And the spirit they bring.

©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White Years can pass and it would still be there, The pain of losing someone, For you, who was dear. It's not the sad memories That make you tear up, It's the times you were happy And did enjoyable stuff. You cannot control the tears, Which you shouldn't, either. For they are just like An unpredictable weather. It rains when it's supposed to, It washes away the suffering. Like the memories of your beloved And the spirit they bring. ©Anagha Ukaskar