Seeing my oculist is a task I totally ace,
It’s been more than two decades I have been going for regular eye check-ups.
And these check-ups do take place around 350 miles away from where I stay.
Indeed, the invitation is always from the hospital’s side.
Ah, they say, there is no medical solution for the Glaucoma I curdle,
But I visit the clinic every few months to check the vision percentages lurking somewhere in the left eye.
I wonder, how jealous my poor, dead right eye might be,
Sitting in a top most hospital but getting no attention at all, my poor right bay!
20 percent remaining eyesight is no less than treasure for me,
Treasure that permits me to see the world a little through blurry lens!
Over the years, I have developed a connection with the machines,
Yeah, the machines that evaluate the pressure, check the eyesight and leakages that might creep in.
Even the torch the doctor flickers on my eye and that sharp strip he dilutes the liquid in my eye with;
It all has become a central part of my routine hospital visits
Bangali Doctor with his firm voice, sharp wordings and exact actions,
Accompanied by assistants; examines the eye as he has an appetite for solutions!
Always stays patient in his ways.
And he always says: “Good Divya, just a few more precautions and regular medicines,
You are doing proper justification with your left eye sight”.
“But yes, what on earth is more important than the eye check-up?”
Of course, with dim voice and remorse in sighs I do say; “Sorry Doctor, was really occupied in my work and days.”
I always return from the hospital with a steady determination,
Yes determination to revisit the clinic after every three months for necessary regular check-ups.
But as the time passes I get swayed with the working days and tasks and trades!
Isn’t it too much Divya? I say, I repeatedly say!
And this is the story of my oculist visits,
Ever since I have gripped my senses.