Astigmatism Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

The door for vision is the eyes
Without which no one spies.
My problem with my eyes
Is too bad so my heart cries;

Even the welling of tears
Can cause to focus the image
Due to refraction, but the tilt of axis
With no indicant makes me realize,
That the power glass has no power
To change the power in my eyes,
Rather it does help me to focus
And when I strain, the power goes
Up uninvited leaving me with pair
Of eyes that has gone cylindrical.

Oh God! What am I to do!
I have no choice but I've gotta
Deal with it, for after at least
A long while I hope I’ll get
The courage to live with
The deviated cornea,
Due to the result of
Astigmatism.