Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6

Reading comprehension lesson 22: Poems to think about · Set 400 · 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.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.
   
   What colours was the kite? (a) Red and gold (b) Pink and yellow (c) Blue and green (d) Black and white
2. 2.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 two hours (b) For a whole day (c) For half an hour (d) For one minute
3. 3.With coloured powder in a tray,
   I start my rangoli at break of day.
   A dot, a line, a curve, a swirl,
   A peacock’s tail begins to twirl.
   Red and yellow, green and white,
   I fill each petal, neat and bright.
   My little brother claps with glee,
   “Now make a rangoli just for me!”
   
   What shape begins to twirl? (a) A flower stem (b) A peacock’s tail (c) A fish fin (d) A snake
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 do the waves leave behind? (a) A shell or two (b) A starfish (c) Some seaweed (d) A fishing boat
5. 5.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.
   
   Whose bicycle is it? (a) Father’s (b) The milkman’s (c) The teacher’s (d) Grandmother’s
6. 6.With coloured powder in a tray,
   I start my rangoli at break of day.
   A dot, a line, a curve, a swirl,
   A peacock’s tail begins to twirl.
   Red and yellow, green and white,
   I fill each petal, neat and bright.
   My little brother claps with glee,
   “Now make a rangoli just for me!”
   
   When does the poet start the rangoli? (a) At noon (b) At break of day (c) At midnight (d) At sunset
7. 7.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.
   
   How do the villagers get water for tea? (a) They use a tap (b) They melt ice (c) They buy it (d) They collect rain
8. 8.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.
   
   Where did the kite dance? (a) Near the school (b) Inside the house (c) Over the river (d) Above the temple tower
9. 9.On Tuesday comes the weekly haat,
   With pots and pans and this and that.
   The bangles clink, the sellers shout,
   “Fresh tomatoes! Come, come out!”
   A juggler throws six balls up high,
   A red balloon floats to the sky.
   I spend my coins on jalebi sweet,
   Then walk back home on tired feet.
   
   On which day is the weekly haat? (a) Sunday (b) Friday (c) Tuesday (d) Monday
10. 10.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.
    
    What does the cat do? (a) Climbs the roof (b) Chases the frog (c) Runs into the rain (d) Curls up beside my bed
11. 11.Beside the village well it stands,
    With roots that hang like old men’s hands.
    The farmers rest beneath its shade,
    Where children’s games and swings are made.
    The parrots chatter on its crown,
    The squirrels scamper up and down.
    A hundred summers it has seen,
    And still its leaves are fresh and green.
    
    What are the hanging roots compared to? (a) Snakes (b) Old men’s hands (c) Ropes (d) Rivers
12. 12.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) Blew it out (b) Went to sleep (c) Played cricket (d) Lit lamps too

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