To Panchanan Mahato

No differences ’tween us, only bonding No government, only (very strong) binding Friends we were once, ah, yes, as thick as thieves! But now we’re lost in this world—me it grieves What with portals new, contacts new, A life diasporic, yet true friends few, In this publish-or-perish web, wide-n-cold, Whereabouts not known: p’haps lost in your world Of Universals new ’n Structures untold, Like the Différance of my Post-, Post-, world. I do hope this verse will reach you somehow Like any bottled letter would—anyhow! —Ram, R. V.