White I thought you would come After the exhausting summer, But it's just thunder and rain Pouring like my tear... And my calendar didn't end With the month of May... I'm counting onto 32nd and 33rd, I will wait for you, I must say. I dreamed of sinking In your music and letters, But I'm stuck in flood Of this monsoon that scatters. So my calendar will not end Although your promise is broken. I will wait for you, always Like a loser lover, drunken. ©Anagha Ukaskar #flowers #poem #Poetry #Nojoto #nojotoenglish
