Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6

Reading comprehension lesson 22: Poems to think about · Set 320 · 12 questions

Reading tip (What the poet sees and feels): Read the whole poem aloud once. Find the lines that answer the question. For feelings, look for feeling words; for meaning, read the line around the word.

1. 1.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
   They knead the dough when the sun goes down.
   They plait my hair before I go,
   They plant the seeds in a tidy row.
   They stitch my shirt when a button is lost,
   They warm my cheeks in the winter frost.
   Her hands are old, but they never rest,
   Of all the hands, I love hers best.
   
   What do her hands do when a button is lost? (a) Plant the seeds (b) Stitch my shirt (c) Knead the dough (d) Plait my hair
2. 2.The night train rattles through the dark,
   Past sleeping towns and a silent park.
   Its windows glow, a golden line,
   It whistles past the hills of pine.
   Inside, the passengers softly snore,
   A baby giggles near the door.
   And when the morning sun is near,
   It whistles, “Wake up! Delhi’s here!”
   
   What does the train do through the dark? (a) Stops (b) Flies (c) Sleeps (d) Rattles
3. 3.When the power goes and the night is black,
   We gather round on the old jute sack.
   Grandfather lights a candle stub,
   And tells of a tiger and her cub,
   Of a clever crow and a foolish king,
   Of a magic flute and a golden ring.
   We hardly notice the hours fly,
   Until the lights come back — oh my!
   
   When does the family gather round? (a) On Sundays (b) When it rains (c) After dinner (d) When the power goes
4. 4.The waves come running up the sand,
   They tickle toes and touch my hand.
   They leave behind a shell or two,
   Some pink, some white, and one bright blue.
   The fishing boats go out at dawn,
   And come back home when day is gone.
   The seagulls cry, the breezes blow,
   I wish I never had to go.
   
   What does “when day is gone” mean? (a) In the evening (b) Next week (c) At noon (d) At dawn
5. 5.Ayesha lives across the street,
   We share our pencils, share our treats.
   When I was sick with fever high,
   She brought me notes and said, “Don’t cry.”
   We sometimes fight about a game,
   But by the evening, we’re the same.
   A friend is like a shady tree,
   That’s always there for you and me.
   
   Where does Ayesha live? (a) Upstairs (b) Next to the school (c) In another city (d) Across the street
6. 6.A little lamp of clay I made,
   I gave it oil, a cotton braid.
   On Diwali night I lit its flame,
   And soon the whole street did the same.
   A thousand lights began to glow,
   On rooftops high and doorsteps low.
   One little lamp can light the way,
   For darkness never wins the day.
   
   When did the poet light the lamp? (a) On Holi morning (b) On Diwali night (c) At Eid (d) On a school day
7. 7.A little lamp of clay I made,
   I gave it oil, a cotton braid.
   On Diwali night I lit its flame,
   And soon the whole street did the same.
   A thousand lights began to glow,
   On rooftops high and doorsteps low.
   One little lamp can light the way,
   For darkness never wins the day.
   
   What did the street do after the poet lit the lamp? (a) Went to sleep (b) Played cricket (c) Blew it out (d) Lit lamps too
8. 8.High in the hills where the cold winds blow,
   Our little village sleeps in snow.
   The yaks stand still with frosty hair,
   The smoke curls up in the morning air.
   We melt the ice to boil our tea,
   And count the stars that shine for free.
   The city has its lights, it’s true,
   But we have mountains, white and blue.
   
   What does the poet say the city has? (a) Its yaks (b) Its lights (c) Its mountains (d) Its snow
9. 9.Tap, tap, tap on the old tin roof,
   The rain is drumming, here’s the proof.
   It patters soft, then pounds like drums,
   And then a sudden silence comes.
   A frog croaks out beneath the shed,
   My cat curls up beside my bed.
   I pull my blanket to my chin,
   And hear the music, safe within.
   
   Where does the frog croak? (a) On the roof (b) In the pond (c) Under the bed (d) Beneath the shed
10. 10.My father’s bicycle is black and old,
    Its bell is rusty, but its heart is gold.
    It carried milk cans down the lane,
    In blazing sun and pouring rain.
    It took me to my school each day,
    And never once complained, I say.
    Now Father says it’s time to rest,
    But I still think this bike’s the best.
    
    Which part of the bicycle is rusty? (a) The wheels (b) The chain (c) The seat (d) The bell
11. 11.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
    They knead the dough when the sun goes down.
    They plait my hair before I go,
    They plant the seeds in a tidy row.
    They stitch my shirt when a button is lost,
    They warm my cheeks in the winter frost.
    Her hands are old, but they never rest,
    Of all the hands, I love hers best.
    
    How does the poet feel about grandmother’s hands? (a) Does not care (b) Finds them ugly (c) Loves them most (d) Is afraid of them
12. 12.I made a kite of red and gold,
    With paper thin and string to hold.
    I ran across the open ground,
    And up it rose without a sound.
    It danced above the temple tower,
    It climbed and climbed for half an hour.
    Then snap! The string broke in the breeze,
    My kite flew off beyond the trees.
    
    How long did the kite climb? (a) For one minute (b) For a whole day (c) For half an hour (d) For two hours

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