Lunch With Out Courtesy Poem by vijay gupta

Lunch with out courtesy
Bowed headed, cool & calm he was.
The small cell was his own world.
Old news papers & a small puppy was his friend.
Uncharming refreshment
Lunch with out courtesy
& dinner with out spice was his fate.
Do you know him?
Such people are unaccountable in this world.
They are living in our houses.
Peep in small rooms & in the corners of your hi-fi houses.
They are not stranger to you.
They are your own
Who brings you to this magic world?
Remember & recollect them.