The Myopic One
My vision seems to trouble me.
I need some glasses in order to see
All the things clearly.
I will be better at play.
If I don’t get glassed,
I would stay in bed all the time.
I need a pair to aid my vision
Or else I am happy in my bed all day.
The above is a poem from my collection of poems 'Little Angels Sing.' Here, a toddler is talking about her troubled vision and demands it to be corrected with the aid of eyeglasses.