DELETE OPTION Poem by Angshuman Kar

The friend is dead.
The cook has taken her sari, bangles, spectacles, salwar
The maid has taken the colourful bag—a gem purchased from Rajasthan—and Avon lipstick
Knowing fully well that these won't suit her.
My friend's husband has hidden inside the drawer
Books, notebooks, pencil and pen
As these are causing him pain.
No sign.
There is no sign of the friend in her house.

Just
Won't be of any use
Still
I can't delete
9831580259
—Ten meaningless digits
from my phone!