CAT IS OUT OF THE BAG

 

Oft upon the couch I lay still ruminating in lazy thought,
Nucleus of the thought centered all round the hard way,
What cataract to me in life and thoughts indeed taught,
All these years why did the stubborn bag  keep me at bay.

Senile,assaults,sugars,drugs or a rare virus in utero might,
Make clear lens fibers swell in slow, hazy or worse plight,
Riders on view,all riders to oculists seen in a foggy light,
Immature at first sight, in slow indeed,totally out of sight.

Maturing for wrong reasons to lose even twilight of sight,
All that remains is the perception and projection of light,
Reminding the days of couching in ancient barbaric might,  
And the present day of surgical finesse in perfect delight.

Days of erysiphake nightmare,then all intracapsular boost,
Spilling in between  extracapsulars also swung into action,
Uninterrupted in reign and regime long ruling the roost,
Cataract surgery  transformed in a swift silent revolution.

The dying few decades of  last century saw the golden era
Advent of intraocular lenses walloped in awe one and all,
Posteriors, anteriors,choice designs and what a plethora!
Visually changed the cataract of ocular surgeons overall.
          
Hard silicones,or foldables or the new multifocals lenses
Sutures held or withheld,heralding the shortened incision,
Small to micro or minute or the recent painless,prickless.
Dramatic visual resolution,oh!what a bloodless revolution,

Horizon becoming wider,no incisions, meaner for the brag,
Trenching ,dividing and conquering the lens all in the bag.
What war the future beholds  the lens, my dream can’t wag
Yet CAT can’t be dissolved,it has to be taken out of the bag.