The message was:
Save your contacts.
I scrolled through
memories,
Paused and thought.
A school-teacher,
Will she remember?
She shook her head,
The last time,
resigned.
A childhood friend,
I tried calling,
His number’s changed,
Not due to me.
The plumber, the
electrician,
The rubber trader,
isn’t he dead?
Didn’t he hang his
head with shame?
He had a nice family
I envied.
Ah, she! I still have
her message.
Curt: Thank you for
lunch
Nice meeting you and…Delete!
That was the end of
the end.
Relatives, delete! Best
friends,
In school, in college,
here, abroad,
They are all there.
They will say:
Man, long time, keep
in touch, man!
I pressed delete. It
asked:
Do you want to
delete? No.
I pressed delete all.
It did not ask.
They will have to save
me, man!
