Suspicion comes and sits on his shoulder one morning, <br />Slowly with long, thin beak, it cleans his ear, <br />When his eye closed with pleasure--- suspicion--- with a tweet entered <br />into the hollow of his ear, <br />and he did not notice. <br /> <br />Since then always the sound of the bird beating its wings in his skull, <br />When he tried to hear someone instead he heard that sound, <br />When he looked in someone's eye he always saw the eye of the bird, <br />Waking up every morning he cut off one friendship, <br />In the night when he lay beside his sleeping wife, checking his own body <br />He wants to examine it to be sure that his wife is not sleeping with anybody else. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />[Translated from 'Ekjon' (Bengali) by Poet himself]<br /><br />Joy Goswami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-man-8/
