greed is as young as a little boy in the candy store
whose only dialogue is this and that and that too and this too
he points again to this and this and that and that too
while pulling his mama's shirt
and looking at every jar arrayed before
his eyes all wide open
like a flash of the lighthouse
one dark night
on the vast sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem