Riff On Gajanan Mishra's 'No Friend' Poem by David McLansky
Riff On Gajanan Mishra's 'No Friend'
Do not despair old friend,
Although my friendship is new,
I will gather you up
In cupped hands,
Dust from the plans of India,
I will gather you up
And toss you into the blowing winds,
High into the air
And seed you into the clouds
With a joyous shout
Launch your dust into the whirlwinds of the earth,
To spread your fame,
In celebration of your words,
Your name.
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8/30/2026 1:36:25 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
O thanks, I am grateful. really grateful. Heart touching poem. I love it. I love You My dear friend.