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Mansur Aziz Poem
Rina Tina Rose Belly
Gossip with Moon Shelly
Looks forward Tulu
Nothing found blue
Little stars make a bright rally.
Grand mother tells a funny tale
Tina’s sleeping, have a great fail
Mom’s giving cake
All happy and take
Rina’s speaking `give G. mother bail.’
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I told my mother Quran Hadith both
I’ll read everyday, it’s my oath
Timely read and write
Not quarrel fight
Allah! You do my works all easy and smooth.
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Faith, Values??, integrity, respect ...
These are now in recycle bin
I do not need
Advice to Grandson
you will restore these.
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The cart stayed idle in stable
No more cart man there
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Pussy and Rat
There were two pussy, rat
Pussy was very fluffy fat
One day both fought
Rat ran and out
Hid him in a fisherman’s net.
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Mansur Aziz Poem
No milk has the cow
The neighbor's calf drunken Everything
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The girl said-
`Don't touch me
I am very soft'
I touched her
Really its very soft
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Mansur Aziz Poem
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
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But the Depth of Heart
I don’t think ever, the depth of heart
Just think the untouched depth
I lost my mind again and again
None but rummage
I can’t embrace the Greens,
My mind is a blue butterfly
Please once come to me my lover
The blue butterfly is being Contests
I saw the sun come out of the twilight besides besides
My mind is just swimming in twilight
No one seems to take up absently Daliya in your silky hair?
Are you now in colorful mind
Let us go to the fount
would you stumbled in a wild trailer!
Please catch my unacquainted hands
Accustomed me with your soft touches
It seems to me that wild birds singing
Oh! My mind I still do not know what is the depth of your heart.
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Morning walks towards the bohemian noon.
Before that, she went for a walk
in Romna, a moonlit grove.
Like an adolescent flower-girl,
Morning commencd dancing in the air of dawn
Money flies by the touch of the sweet smell
of lady-flowers
on bosom
on buttocks.
Sweat doesn’t shed in the income of porters.
Now the central AC is on in twice harvesting office.
Wearing suit and tie, all the Satans are sitting there
with greedy eyes.
A herd of black beasts do guard the coffin of Morning.
The blazing noon makes coalition
with the thin dark night.
Yet the Night gradually walks
towards the debris of the shore
like the call girls of a bar.
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Translation: Sayeed Abubakar
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