Amidst the veil of morning's first light,
A dome of clarity, so pure, so bright,
Bears a wound, a silent cry,
Corneal ulcers mar the eye.
Infections brew, a stealthy plight,
Bacteria, virus, in day or night,
Herpes whispers in the dark,
Fungi leave their lasting mark.
In contact lenses, danger lies,
Bacterial foes in thin disguise,
Viral shadows dance within,
Acanthamoeba's parasitic sin.
Injuries, like fleeting stars,
Can etch their tale, leave lasting scars,
Dry eyes weep, devoid of tears,
Eyelids fail to close their fears.
Rheumatoid hands reach for the eye,
Autoimmune storms in the sky,
Symptoms rise, a painful burn,
Redness, blurred sight in turn.
A foreign body, a heavy toll,
Light's embrace can sear the soul,
Discharge flows, a telling sign,
Vision dims, a subtle decline.
Examination, a detective's gaze,
A slit lamp's light, in focused rays,
Fluorescein’s glow reveals the plight,
Cultures seek the hidden blight.
Drops of healing, cure's embrace,
Antibiotics lead the chase,
Antiviral, antifungal too,
To soothe the eye, restore the view.
Pain's sharp edge, relief in sight,
Steroid drops to calm the fight,
Contact lenses cast aside,
Surgery, a last resort, applied.
Prevention sings a caution's tune,
Hygiene’s shield, a precious boon,
Protect the eyes from harm's embrace,
Treat infections, life's swift pace.
With care and speed, the eye can heal,
A vision clear, a future real,
But heed the signs, delay is loss,
For sight is precious, at any cost.
