Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6

Reading comprehension lesson 22: Poems to think about · Set 526 · 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 do the waves leave behind? (a) A starfish (b) A fishing boat (c) Some seaweed (d) A shell or two
2. 2.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 was the lamp made of? (a) Glass (b) Silver (c) Brass (d) Clay
3. 3.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) Rivers (b) Ropes (c) Snakes (d) Old men’s hands
4. 4.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 rain pound like? (a) Bells (b) Hammers (c) Feet (d) Drums
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.
   
   What did the bicycle carry down the lane? (a) School books (b) Water pots (c) Vegetables (d) Milk cans
6. 6.We dug a patch behind the hall,
   Beside the old brick boundary wall.
   We sowed some beans, some okra too,
   And watered them till they grew and grew.
   Then caterpillars came to munch,
   They ate our leaves for breakfast, lunch!
   We did not spray, we picked them out,
   And now our garden’s green throughout.
   
   How did they get rid of the caterpillars? (a) Picked them out (b) Burnt the leaves (c) Called a farmer (d) Sprayed poison
7. 7.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 sunset (c) At midnight (d) At break of day
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) Wants to leave fast (b) Is bored (c) Is scared of waves (d) Does not want to go
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 knife (b) A brush (c) His fingers (d) A hammer
10. 10.The sky turned grey, the wind grew strong,
    The peacock sang its happy song.
    Then down came drops, first one, then ten,
    Then rain, and rain, and rain again!
    The dusty lanes turned into streams,
    The paper boats sailed on our dreams.
    The thirsty fields began to drink,
    And everything turned green, I think.
    
    What did the dusty lanes turn into? (a) streams (b) deserts (c) mountains (d) gardens
11. 11.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 lights (b) Its mountains (c) Its snow (d) Its yaks
12. 12.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) Grandmother’s (b) The teacher’s (c) The milkman’s (d) Father’s

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