The least,
he thought, he could do,
(after listening intently
to the old woman's chronicle
of losing sight at an alarming level
while keeping his own unemployment ratio
in the current scenario,
clearly in sight as well),
was to
take those grimy, heavy,
thick glasses gently from her and
rub and clean them diligently
with the hem of his shirt
that had lost its sheen due to overuse.
Meanwhile,
the other person went on blabbering -
failing to
witness
the tears.
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