Dry Eyes - Poem by indira babbellapati
three continuous days
of dilating the pupils
and closure of eyes
the assistant, how long
do your pupils take to dilate
finally considering the half dilation
after more than the usual time
the doctor summons with a smile
focuses concentrated flash light
wonders why the vision suddenly gets blurred
preceding blinding flashes of light
which to the neurologist was
a problen that needed prolonged medication
which when taken for five months
threw up the zombie in me
fear gripping every move
phobia to go about even normal activities
day two off to another specialist
field tests and stuff like that
administered twice over
because of a suspected anamoly
at the peripheri that finally led to
a retina specialist who after several
probings and focusing pronounces
'you suffer from extreme dryness
of eyes, and we need to generate tears!
it was such a relief but
what intrigues me most is,
how unwittingly i became tearless!
where must have i spent them all?
what if i wanted to cry?
tears best connect us to the world...
and best cleanse us!
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