The Civilian Plants

The Civilian Plants Mansur Aziz To the offices they go, the civilian plants, Wearing suits and pants and ties. The lifts carry them to the room air-conditioned And their time becomes naughty with the Venetian blinds. Illicit love grasps them- And the office they change after the transfer order. Home they come if the bill is belated Their bodies they bask in the sun Or with the stars they gossip all night. The civilian plants sometimes stick to the jam. Enjoying the CL and PL they attend the office Only to devour the touch of the corporate girls. The office PC becomes the stage of songs Where light like a white cat instigates the civilian ease. Once the light is off The black cats occupy the offices- The civilian plants cry in fear In search of a pure motherly love. And then the night like the blank monitor passes With the pray for a slice of sun through the window. Translated by Prottoy Hamid