Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6
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.
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1.Some clouds are fluffy, soft and white,
They sail like ships in morning light.
Some clouds are dark and full of rain,
They rumble over hill and plain.
Some stretch like feathers, thin and high,
Brushed gently on the summer sky.
I lie on the grass and watch them go,
A lion, a ship, a fat buffalo!
How are the feather-like clouds described? (a) Fat and round (b) Dark and low (c) Thin and high (d) Soft and wet -
2.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.
How many balls does the juggler throw? (a) Four (b) Three (c) Ten (d) Six -
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 does “A hundred summers it has seen” tell us? (a) The tree is very old (b) The tree is tiny (c) It is always summer (d) The tree is dying -
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 does he do to the pots after drying them? (a) Bakes them hard (b) Washes them (c) Breaks them (d) Paints them -
5.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.
Where is the village? (a) High in the hills (b) In a desert (c) In a big city (d) By the sea -
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.
Where does the rain fall? (a) On the school bus (b) On the old tin roof (c) On the trees (d) On the river -
7.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.
Where does he set the pots to dry? (a) In a cupboard (b) In the rain (c) In the sun (d) In the river -
8.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 driver (b) A dog (c) A baby (d) A guard -
9.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!
Which animals are in one of his stories? (a) A deer and a fox (b) A tiger and her cub (c) A dog and a cat (d) A lion and a goat -
10.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 half an hour (c) For two hours (d) For a whole day -
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 are grandmother’s hands described? (a) Cold and blue (b) Soft and pink (c) Wrinkled and brown (d) Smooth and white -
12.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) At dawn (b) At noon (c) Next week (d) In the evening
Answer key
- Thin and high
- Six
- The tree is very old
- Bakes them hard
- High in the hills
- On the old tin roof
- In the sun
- A baby
- A tiger and her cub
- For half an hour
- Wrinkled and brown
- In the evening
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