Sherlock Has Myopia

By Raima Joseph

"My dear Watson,"

In a boastful voice said he,

Took the cigar out and stated,

"It's all quite elementary"

Pointing outside the window

He looked towards the street

"You see but you do not observe."

Thereupon he began to speak.

"Right across the street

Over that very building

A man stands with a torch

from which, the light is twinkling."

"But Sherlock-"

Dr. Watson brought an interruption,

"My friend, shortly you shall

Understand my deduction.

To the common eye it is merely

light from across the road.

But if you survey it, clearly

That is nothing but Morse Code."

"Sherlock, I am trying to-"

Spoke Watson, but again in vain.

"It's quite alright, my dear Watson,

Allow me to explain.

Now, would you be so kind to

Note down the following,

M...N...I..." Continued Sherlock

Staring at the light flickering.

Sherlock stopped, aghast at Watson

"I reckoned you were noting."

Watson, now absolutely annoyed

Said, "Let me show you something."

At once he brought

The binoculars from the closet

Told Sherlock to look through them,

Take a good look at the target.

Sherlock was struck dumb.

"As I was trying to tell you,

'Twas the construction crane's light

That misguided you.

A week has passed, Sherlock,

We must take an appointment

With the ophthalmologist,

For your eyes' improvement.

For you have Myopia,

The condition of short sightedness.

You cannot see, let alone observe

Things kept at far distances."

And so, Sherlock gets glasses

To better his vision.

Such was the story of

"A Case of Blurred Precision."

By Raima Joseph