A mobile phone is a hell of a kind of thing
that catches me at all places even in privacy
when it sings a song
and I know that you do not want to hang on
but still it carries words, signs and meaning
of messages and of love
where you do become for me more real
and your tears and longing want to smother me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem