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.
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