FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

  Value of the eyes, best known, after one loses our sight,

   An old adage, still reigns supreme, a truth in hindsight,

   Like our heart and lungs, works from the day one of life,

   New born relishing from six weeks in the social smile.

   A complex system aids one to see all, till our demise, 

  The colors, the hues, the cones’ domain to be precise,

  Rods serve and save  truly for the darker nightmare,

  The binocular vision, a Blessing, enjoying everywhere.

 This divine gift oft hides the loss of the divinity for many,

 Few failing to note the loss, to quote reasons too many, 

 We have two lenses in each eye, the real one in the rear,                            

 Cornea the resilient, does most of the work in top gear.

 It has added advantages, thus heralding its sovereignty               

 Absence of blood, retaining its clarity heralds the story,

 Yet it suffers the most, oft in every trivial injury for sure,                         

 Corneal scar ruined  the sight most, in the days of yore.

                               

Thus a sight for some, a dead cornea led  from the front, 

 Eyes, the pioneer organs  of all transplantations till date,

Cornea serves the mankind in two ways, albeit after death,                                

Let every cornea live forever, let a dead eye have a rebirth