Earring flashes two doors:

Comedy when cotton

Tragedy, raiment.

Very original story I read

from your eyes,

busy with ripe vine.

To future events they give

Sword, Bread, and Wine.

I’ve nothing to do with my soul –

Your earrings radiate final ordinance:

Wait means a relative knowledge

Where’s a door without raiments?

~ Pradip kumar Nath

 Kolakata, India