Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6

Reading comprehension lesson 22: Poems to think about · Set 450 · 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.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 colours are the shells? (a) Only white (b) Red, green and gold (c) Pink, white and blue (d) Black and grey
2. 2.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.
   
   Where does the tree stand? (a) In the city (b) Beside the village well (c) On a hill (d) Near the river
3. 3.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) Is afraid of them (b) Finds them ugly (c) Does not care (d) Loves them most
4. 4.Round and round the wheel goes spinning,
   A lump of clay is just beginning.
   The potter’s fingers press and shape,
   A pot appears, a jar, a plate.
   He sets them out to dry in sun,
   And bakes them hard when they are done.
   From muddy earth beneath our feet,
   He makes the bowls from which we eat.
   
   What goes round and round? (a) The clay (b) The wheel (c) The pot (d) The sun
5. 5.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!
   
   What do they sit on? (a) A rope cot (b) A soft sofa (c) The old jute sack (d) A wooden bench
6. 6.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.
   
   How does the poet feel inside? (a) Wet and cold (b) Frightened (c) Angry (d) Safe and cosy
7. 7.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.
   
   What does “by the evening, we’re the same” mean? (a) They make up again (b) They fight more (c) They look alike (d) They go to sleep
8. 8.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.
   
   How does the poet feel about leaving the seashore? (a) Is scared of waves (b) Does not want to go (c) Wants to leave fast (d) Is bored
9. 9.Round and round the wheel goes spinning,
   A lump of clay is just beginning.
   The potter’s fingers press and shape,
   A pot appears, a jar, a plate.
   He sets them out to dry in sun,
   And bakes them hard when they are done.
   From muddy earth beneath our feet,
   He makes the bowls from which we eat.
   
   What does the potter shape the clay with? (a) A hammer (b) A knife (c) A brush (d) His fingers
10. 10.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!”
    
    Who giggles near the door? (a) A dog (b) A driver (c) A guard (d) A baby
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.
    
    When do her hands knead the dough? (a) When the sun goes down (b) In the early morning (c) At noon (d) At midnight
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 two hours (c) For half an hour (d) For a whole day

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