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
Copyright © Mansur Aziz | Year Posted 2015
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