In the quietude of a sterile room, Where visions blur and fade too soon, A delicate dance of sight reborn, Through corneal graft, new life is sworn.
Beneath the dome where clarity reigns, A surgeon’s skill, where hope sustains, Penetrating through layers deep, A donor's gift, in silence, keeps.
Lamellar paths, in slices thin, Front layers replaced, where light begins, Or deepest realms where secrets lie, Endothelial whispers, soft as sighs.
From keratoconus' cone-shaped dread, To scars where once infections spread, Through dystrophies and swelling’s plight, A graft restores the gift of sight.
Healing journeys, tender care, Post-op watch, with vigilant stare, Medications ward off woes, Ensuring that the vision grows.
Success depends on many hands, The donor's love, the surgeon’s plans, In each clear eye, a future bright, Through grafted corneas, reclaiming light.
