On the day that I give my darling
her first cellular phone
she held it in her hand
looked at it for a moment
and later proudly
chatted with her girl friends over it.
When on a day she got angry with me
she threw it against the wall
and it was in peaces spread in front of my feet
and neatly I did put it together again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem