Grassy Tongue

Busy road, everybody is busy To destination, home, office, With set mind, nothing is seen Except their goal, this is the story About modern civilisation and I am witnessing curiously to them Standing on the pavement. Suddenly, my eyes stuck up At my astonishment, can't be told; A lady with a suckling unmoved Child was crying at full throat Unaware, the mother was; I think the cry was for the milk And the lady, a mother, half naked Careless with the careless world Fleshless, full Skelton like a x-ray report A girl, might be of age ten, twelve or so Came by running and started feeding, Baby was silent for a moment And then started beating the breast 'A hopeless effort from the hopeful desire' Concluded. Lady was dyeing with starvation And the girl, the angel, who took care, was Unable to help, I witnessed everything, then I moved further ahead and there was A marriage ceremony, dancing and singing Half eaten food everywhere scattered I shouted with the high shrill, 'Please don't waste the food' Nobody took notice of my entreaties And I lost within my shout shivering And out of my dream I was Still I remember my dream and Since then never wasted Even a single grain 'A tongue full of taste and The other a grassy tongue' This is a puzzle and I am puzzled with//