Beneath the eye, a silent stream,
Blocked by fate, disrupts the dream.
The tears, unspent, refuse to flow,
A hidden pain few truly know.
The lacrimal sac, a vessel of grief,
Holds back its sorrow, seeks relief.
Yet science speaks, a bridge is made,
Where tears once stalled, their path is laid.
External DCR, a careful hand,
Marks a journey, small but grand.
A scar may linger, a quiet tale,
Of tears rerouted to prevail.
Through endoscopes, with skill refined,
Endoscopic DCR leaves scars behind.
A passage carved with patient care,
Invisible, yet present there.
The laser glows, a guiding light,
In delicate hands, it sets things right.
A path is forged, a beam precise,
With laser tools, it will suffice.
For chronic woes of swollen pain,
Where dacryocystitis clouds the drain,
The surgeon works, with healing art,
To soothe the eye and mend the heart.
Through ducts, the tears begin to stream,
A healing flow, a patient’s dream.
The passage heals, the stent removed,
A tearful tale, at last improved.
Recovery dawns with swelling slight,
A gentle ache, but hope in sight.
The ducts now clear, the eye can weep,
Its secret flow no longer keep.
In every tear, a story lies,
Of trials faced, and quiet cries.
Through skill and care, the passage free,
Grants tears their path to destiny.
